Time Together
“It had to be
you,
It had to be you...”
As the sound
of Jamie Cullum played over the stereo, Melinda
poured two coffees out and served them to her husband and her mother. “I do love this song,” she said as she poured
herself a cup and sat down, crossing her legs as she sipped from her cup.
“I don’t
know,” Irene said, “I prefer Frank myself.”
Irene was in her early seventies, and was visiting her daughter and son
in law for a short break while some repair work was carried out on her
house. For a woman of her age, she was
fit, and had light brown hair which she wore in a curled and piled style made
possible by a lot of hairspray.
She was
wearing a long blue velvet dress, the zip pulled down a little at the front to
show the white top she had on under it, and a pair of black ankle boots, her
blue eyes behind a large pair of clear framed glasses.
“So how is
business, Donald,” she said as she sipped her coffee.
“Oh I can’t
complain,” Melinda’s husband said, “the takings are holding steady, and I have
a new selection of gems here to take in tomorrow.”
“You know I
don’t like you bringing them home,” Melinda said as she looked at her husband,
“this is not really a secure place.”
“Oh it’s only
for one night – what could possibly happen?”
Melinda
merely shook her head as she drank her coffee.
In her early forties, she had blonde hair which she wore cut short and
frizzed, and was wearing a brown dress with a wide round neckline, a little bow
at the front. The sleeves came down to
just over her elbows, while the skirt came to just above her knees. She was wearing a set of sheer pantyhose with
a pattern of darker streaks, and three inch heeled pumps. Her husband was still in his suit, shirt and
tie.
“That was a
wonderful meal by the way, dear,” Irene said as she smiled at her daughter,
Melinda blushing as she said “thank you – why don’t we go and sit in the
lounge, and have a drink.”
“That sounds
like a good idea,” Donald said as she stood up, and they made their way into
the lounge. He walked over to the large
bay window, looking out and drawing the heavy curtains over as a grey transit
van drove past.
“Here you are
mum,” Melinda said as she handed Irene a glass of whiskey, sitting on the arm
of the chair as she put her arm round her mother’s shoulders.
“thank you,” Irene said as she looked at Donald, and then at
Melinda. “Is there something you both
wish to tell me?”
“Well, it’s
about Abby, mum, you see...”
Now who on
earth could that be,” Donald said as the front doorbell rang. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”
What about
Abby, dear,” Irene said as Melinda went and sat opposite her.
“Well, mum,
you see... Oh my god.”
Irene looked
to the door to see Donald walk back in, his hands on his head as he was
followed by three women. They were
dressed literally from head to foot in grey – a hooded bodysuit covering them
except for their feet, hands and face.
On their feet they wore grey boots.
On their hands they wore grey gloves.
And where their faces should have been visible, there was only a
featureless white mask, like you would see on a doll.
The three
women looked at Melinda and Irene, their heads cocked to one side, before the
one behind Donald brought the gun she had been holding to his back round, and put a gloved finger to the lips of her
mask. A second one then put a large
canvas bag on the floor, while the third came round and stood between the two
women, her head still.
“What is the
meaning of this,” Irene said angrily, and then stopped as the woman shook her head
slowly from side to side, and put her finger to the lips of her mask again.
“They just
pushed their way in, showing me the gun,” Donald said quietly, “they haven’t
said a word.”
“Haven’t...” Melinda’s face went white as she looked at
them, and at their garb. She then gasped
“oh god no – not you...”
The armed
woman nodded and then turned to the second one, who opened the bag and took out
a large coil of brown rope. Shaking it
loose, the three of them watched as she doubled it, and made a small loop in
the centre, and then nodded to the third woman.
She took
Melinda’s arm, making her stand and turn to face her as the rope was draped
over her shoulders, and she felt the small knot at the base of her neck.
“What are you
going to do,” Donald said quietly, Irene watching as the masked women then
spiralled the rope down her daughter’s arms, pulling them behind her back as
she did so, and then securing her forearms parallel to each other before she
fed the rope through the loop, and pulled her bound arms up her back.
“Who are
these people,” Irene said quietly as the rope was wound tightly around her
daughter’s upper body and arms, forming a rope harness as her
dress was stretched over her chest, her breasts forced up and out as the
ropes were tightened around them.
“I don’t
know,” Donald said as he was pushed down onto his knees, his hands still on his
head, “I just wish they’d say something.”
“they won’t” Melinda said as she was turned round, her
husband gasping when he saw the way the ropes sat around her body, “I read
about them in the Telegraph. They’re the
China Doll Gang.”
The leader
nodded as Melinda was made to sit on the couch, the masked woman taking a
second length of rope and passing it around her legs below her knees, the
pantyhose lightening and stretching a sit was pulled tightly and the ends taken
between her legs.
“I see – and
they are famous for...”
“Doing what
they’re doing, mum,” Melinda said as her ankles were forced together, “coming into
homes, tying up whoever they find there, and robbing them – all without saying
a single word.”
Donald looked
at the two women, shaking his head slightly from side to side as the woman
behind him looked at Irene. Motioning to
the woman who had tied her daughter, she handed the gun to him, and then took
another hank of rope, shaking it loose and making a loop as well before she
stood in front of Irene, and bowed slightly.
Irene looked
at her, taking a moment to realise what was happening, and then bowed her head
as well. “You must do this,” she said
quietly, “and I accept your apology.”
“No – please,
don’t do it to her,” Melinda whispered as Irene shuffled forward slightly,
turning so that her back was to the masked woman, but remaining seated as the
rope was draped over her shoulders, and then wound gently, but firmly, down her
arms.
“Mum, what are you doing,” Melinda said, her eyes wide as she watched
her own mother having her arms secured in the same way as her.
“They are
showing respect – and if what you say is correct, I have no choice in the
matter,” Irene said as the ropes were pulled tightly round her upper body,
stretching her robe so that the zip came down a little more, “better
to allow them to do this.”
“Please,”
Donald said, “I’ll do anything you want, but leave them alone.”
The masked
woman looked down at him, her head to the side as she put her finger to the
mask’s mouth, while the third woman left the room for a moment.
“it’s all
right,” Irene said as the leader took another length of rope, bowed and knelt
down, passing it around her legs above her knees and gathering the skirt around
them as she pulled it tight, “it’s not uncomfortable, and at least we will all
be in the same situation.”
She looked
down as her skirt was lifted by the band of rope, allowing the Doll to take the
rope down and bind her ankles tightly together, before she stood and bowed
again. “Thank you for being so
considerate,” Irene said, the masked woman nodding before she stood and walked
over to Donald, pulling him up onto his feet.
She motioned
to the other Doll, who nodded and stood watching both women as Donald was led
out of the room.
“Well, this
is not how I expected to spend tonight,” Irene said as she sat back as much as
she could.
“How can you
stay so calm,” Melinda said loudly, “three armed and masked women have broken
in, tied us up, God alone knows what they’re planning to do to Donald...”
“I would
imagine empty the safe and take anything they can find,” Irene said quietly,
“but as you so rightly said, dear, they are armed. There is no point in trying to resist them,
and after all anything they take can be replaced.”
“But it’s the
principle of the thing – they just can’t barge in here and do this!”
“Melinda,”
Irene said quietly, “isn’t that exactly what they have done?”
That made her
daughter stop and think, twisting her arms and legs round as she tried to get
free.
“It won’t
work – not unless you can reach the knots,” her mother said, “and I don’t think
you will be able to, if you are tied like me.”
“Then
maybe...”
Irene shook her
head as she looked at the masked guard, Melinda realising what she was trying
to say as she fell quiet.
“I suppose
they’re going to stop us from calling for help as well?”
“I would
imagine so,” Irene said with a sigh, “so let us enjoy this time while we
can. What were you going to tell me
about Abby?”
“Oh – seems a
bit strange to say this at the moment,” Melinda said as she looked at her
mother, “but you’re going to be a great grandmother in the autumn.”
Irene smiled, a wide, proud smile as she said “that is truly
fantastic news. I must call her and talk
to her – when it is possible to do so.”
Melinda
laughed at that, as they heard her husband say “oh no – please...” and then
only muffled sounds.
The Doll
turned her head at that, and then opened the bag, taking out a large grey silk head
square. The two women watched as she
rolled it along the diagonal into a band, and then tied a large knot in the
middle of it.
“I have the
distinct feeling we will be unable to talk clearly soon,” Irene said as the
Doll walked behind her daughter, “remain calm – if we do so, I’m sure we can
get through this.”
“all right mum – and thanks.”
“For
what?”
“For being
such a brfffwmn,” Melinda said as the silk knot was
pulled into her mouth, the band tied tightly round her neck before she was made
to lie down on her stomach, her ankles pulled back and secured to her chest
with a further length of rope.
As she rolled
onto her side, she watched as the Doll returned to the bag, and took out a
large blue square, rolling it into a band and tying a knot in that as
well. Irene nodded, and said “thank you
for not hurting us” before she allowed the knot to be placed in her own mouth,
the band tied around her head and secured at the base foe her neck before the
Doll looked at her, and motioned with her hands to mime removing glasses.
“Nfnnkuu,” Irene mumbled, the Doll nodding as she went back
to the large bag and stood guard again.
The two women watched, getting as comfortable
as they could while the other two masked Dolls came in, carrying several velvet
bags which they placed in the large holdall.
“Tlddhmmtwsamsstkk,” Melinda said, shaking her head as the
bag was picked up, and the lead Doll bowed towards Irene. She bowed her head in return, as the three
women in grey left, the house in silence save for muffled calls from another
room.
Melinda
looked over at her mother, who was shaking her head, the silk knot in her mouth
growing darker as it began to soak up the saliva. She had never seen her so brave, and she had
a new respect for her, as they settled in for however long it would take for
them to get free or be rescued.
It was nearly
midnight before the police arrived – alerted by their daughter, who had called
several times but never received a reply.
Donald had been left, bound and hogtied like his wife, in the study, the
open safe door facing him as he tried to call out through the white knotted
scarf that had been tied into his mouth.
The jewels,
his wife’s jewels, money – all had been taken, but as they were freed, all
three realised the most important thing was they were safe – and still
together.
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