The Doll Collector
As Mandy
looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled at the thought of what the evening
would bring. The forty two year old was
expecting an old friend for dinner, and hoped that she was going to bring the
one item she had been looking for for years, the item that would make her
collection complete.
Every girl
has to have a hobby, even managers if successful investment funds, and for
Mandy that hobby was collecting dolls – not porcelain ones, but...
Well, she was
not afraid to admit it. She collected Barbie
dolls – still in their packaging, and with the original clothing. And if Angie’s information was correct, she
had tracked down a 1972 model which was amongst the rarest of the lot.
The older
woman had short red-brown hair, cut and pulled back from her face, and was
wearing a sleeveless halter neck top. It
was black with a white floral print on it, and had white trim with a wrap round
belt. The top hung over her blue jeans,
the legs of which were tucked into a pair of long black socks. She had earlier been wearing a pair of knee
length black suede boots, but had taken them off for the night.
“Dinner is
cooking, time for me to go and get ready,” she said with a smile as she started
to walk up the stairs – and then heard the sound of someone knocking on the
front door.
“Can’t be
Angie, it’s too early,” she thought to herself as she came back down and walked
to the front door, opening it as she said “Yes, can I...”
As she stared
at the people waiting outside, she walked slowly backwards, wondering what was
going on as she looked at the woman in the growing twilight. She was dressed head to toe in grey –
literally head to toe, the form fitting bodysuit covering her head as well,
while she could see the soft grey gloves on her hands, and the grey short
boots.
In fact, the
only things about her that were not grey were the black handgun she was
pointing towards Mandy, and the white featureless mask that covered her face,
the only openings the ones at her eyes, and they were too thin for her to see
anything of the armed intruders eyes.
“Wha...
What’s going on,” she whispered, but the armed woman said nothing, instead cocking
her head to one side as Mandy saw two more identically dressed women walk in
behind her. One of them was carrying a
large canvas holdall, the other a second handgun.
The first
woman indicated the door to the front room of Mandy’s house, and as she walked
in she wondered what was going on here. The
masked woman carrying the bag placed it on the floor, and then stood with her
arms to her sides, cocking her head as she looked at Mandy.
“You... You want me to stand like that?”
As the white
faced woman nodded, Mandy gulped and stood upright, watching as the intruder
opened the bag and took out a long, long length of brown rope. With terrifying speed, she doubled it and
tied a knot in the middle, leaving a small loop as she walked behind
Mandy. She could feel the knot at the
back of her neck as the rope was draped over her shoulders.
“If you tell
me what you want, I’ll gladly show you where it is...”
She looked at
the other two, but they just stood still, heads cocked slightly to one side as
she felt the woman behind her start to wind the two lengths of rope around her
arms in spirals. As she did this, she
pulled Mandy’s arms behind her, and within five minutes her arms were secured
together behind her back, the ropes going around and between her wrists before
they were fed through the loop at the base of her neck and pulled back down,
raising her bounds wrists slightly.
Five minutes
more, and the ropes were wrapped around her arms and upper body, framing her
chest as her upper arms were forced tightly into her sides, the ropes rubbing
on her bare flesh as she tried to move.
As she
looked, the woman then took a piece of cloth from the bag, and rolled it into a
wad. She then looked at Mandy, and
pointed to the white lips on her own mask.
“Oh god,”
Mandy whispered, “please, no...”
But the woman
just nodded as she held the cloth in front of Mandy’s mouth. As she opened wide, the cloth was pushed in,
pressing down her tongue as the edges stuck out from between her lips.
That was when
she heard the knock on the front door...
Angie made
her way along the street, smiling to herself as she looked round. Mandy was going to be pleased with what she
had found, and that made her happy.
The Asian
woman wore a white leather jacket over a taupe wool dress, the sleeves of her
jacket covering her bare arms under the capped sleeves, and the cowled neck
allowing the cool air around her throat.
The dress came to her knees, her lower legs nestled in a matching pair
of high heeled crumpled leather boots.
Walking up to
Mandy’s door, she knocked and turned round, looking at the people walking by
before she heard the door open.
“Hey Mandy,”
she said as she turned round, “I got...”
She stared at
the grey clad woman in front of her, the white featureless face staring blankly
back as the head looked up and down, and then opened the door wide, all without
saying a word. For a moment, Angie
thought of turning and running, but the small gun pointing at her was proving
most persuasive.
There was
also another question in her mind – where was Mandy? As she stepped over the threshold, she saw
another identically dressed woman step out of the front room, her arm extended
as she indicated she should walk in.
Slowly, Angie
walked in, gasping as she saw Mandy lying on her side on the long couch. She could see the ropes around her arms and
upper body, as well as holding her legs together below her knees while a third
woman in grey was taking brown rope down her legs and using it to secure her
ankles together. She could also see the
edges of the rolled up cloth that had been stuffed into her mouth, as Mandy
said “Hmggddmsreeeengii...”
As Angie let
her bag slip off her shoulder, it landed on the floor with a thud, as she stood
staring at her friend. She wasn’t even
aware until it was too late of the rope being draped over her own shoulders,
and then wound tightly down her arms as they were pulled behind her back.
It was only
as her own arms were secured together that she whispered “oh god – do you know
who these people are?”
As she
watched Mandy shake her head, she whispered “the China Doll Gang.”
Mandy’s eyes
shot open as she remembered the stories she had heard, while Mandy felt the
ropes pulling her arms tightly into her sides, the bands of rope forcing her
chest up and put as the wool stretched, revealing between the knits and purls a
glimpse of her white bra.
As she tried
to move, Angie realised there was little if any chance to move round, before
the grey clad Doll indicated she should sit on the ground in front of
Mandy. It was difficult, but she managed
to sit herself down, watching as the third doll doubled over another length of
rope, and wrapped it around her legs below her knees.
She saw the
two armed Dolls, one of them nodding to the other before she walked out of the
room and made her way upstairs. Angie
felt the rope forcing her knees together as it was wrapped around and between
her legs, and then taken down and used to secure her ankles together.
The final
Doll placed her gun on the low table, and then drew a thin blue chiffon scarf
from the bag. She walked over to Mandy,
and pulled the scarf between her lips, keeping the rolled up cloth in place as
it was tied tightly round her head.
For Angie’s
part, she watched the Doll roll a red bandana into a band and tie a knot in the
middle, before she eased the cotton wad between her own lips, settling in
behind her teeth and then pulling the ends tightly round her head. She made sure the band sat under Angie’s hoop
earrings, and moved her long brown hair out of the way as he secured the ends together
at the base of her neck.
The Doll then
stood at the doorway, nodding as the other one left the room and walked to
where Mandy’s office was located – and the safe which Mandy knew had the
takings for the month inside...
It was the
sound of a key turning in the lock that made both Mandy and Angie look at the
masked Doll. The silent woman merely
took the gun from the table, and put a gloved finger to her own porcelain lips
before standing by the doorway.
“Mum,” a
young female voice called out, “are you in?”
Both Mandy
and Angie tried to move as they heard the door close, and then the
footsteps. They stopped for a moment,
and then came closer as they looked at the doorway.
“Are you
in... “
“RNNNNN,”
Mandy screamed at the twenty year old young woman standing in the doorway. She had shoulder length light brown hair, and
was wearing a red sweater with beige shoulder pads, black leggings and knee
length tan leather boots with a Doc Marten style sole and heel.
“MUM!”
“GTFFHRRRCELLIIII!”
Before the
young girl could move, she felt the gloved hand over her mouth, and saw from
the corner of her eye the gun pointing at her.
Mandy groaned as she watched her daughter Celia been frog marched
backwards out of the room, and towards the staircase.
At the base
of the stairs, Celia stared as a woman in grey, save for the white mask
covering her face, came down and looked at her.
The figure then beckoned with her finger as the gloved hand was removed
from her mouth.
“Did you do
that to my mother,” she whispered, watching as the figure slowly nodded, and
then gestured again. Knowing she had no
choice, Celia slowly walked up, the figure walking backwards in front of her until
they reached the landing.
She was
shocked to see a second, identically clad figure there, looking at her with her
head cocked to one side before she opened the door to the spare bedroom. Celia felt the gentle pressure against her
back as she was pushed in, and then made to stand with her arms by her sides,
feeling the rope around her neck and in front of her body.
“Aren’t you
going to speak,” Celia said, but the woman in front of her merely shook her
head, as she felt the woman behind her pull her arms back, using the rope as it
was wound down her arms to do so.
She then saw
the first woman roll a black silk scarf into a band, and tie a knot in the
middle, the scarf taut in her hands as she pressed the silk knot against her
lips. Celia knew what she intended, as
she slowly opened her mouth, tasting the faint hint of perfume on her tongue as
she was gagged...
Mandy and
Angie watched from the door as the two Dolls came down the stairs, one of them
carrying a bag which jangled as it was placed in the larger canvas one.
The Doll then
looked in Angie’s large bag, smiling as she took out the packaged Barbie
doll. She looked at the package, and
then at Mandy, before she carefully placed the box on top of a bureau. She then picked up the canvas bag, and looked
at the two masked companions before they left without a word.
As they both
heard the door close, Mandy wriggled round, getting herself into a seated
position as Angie struggled on the floor, trying separately to find a way to
free herself. She had no joy, however,
instead watching as Mandy managed to get to her feet and started to jump
towards the open doorway.
Mandy braced
herself against the wall, before she hoped to the staircase and sat down, using
her feet to push herself up the stairs one at a time. The one thing on her mind now was Celia, and
what they had done to her...
As she
reached the top of the stairs, she paused to listen, the faint moans and
leather squeaks drawing her attention to the spare room. As she pushed herself along the ground, and
backed into the room, she heard “Mmmmwhthppndd?
Hwwrtheee?”
“Chnneedllls,”
she mumbled as she turned herself round, and saw the hogtied Celia lying on the
bed, the rope holding her arms and legs tightly in place.
“Effbnnrbbddd?”
Mandy nodded
as she pushed herself over and onto the bed, trying to wipe her daughter’s
cheeks with the fingers of one hand, hoping her husband would be home soon...
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