Triple Charm
“WASSSSUPPPPPP!”
Grace laughed
as she posed for the photo, her tongue blue from the lollipop she had been
eating as her sister pressed the button.
“Okay,” Kim
said as she looked over, “that’s great.
We’ll put that in the album before mum and dad come round.”
“Great,”
Grace smiled as she stood up. The young
Afro-Caribbean woman was wearing a blue checked lumberjack shirt, fawn coloured
corduroy pants and knee length old brown boots.
Her dark hair was falling over the shoulders of her blouse as she looked
at her sister.
“Right,” Kim
said, “I’m heading out into the garden to sort those plants out in the
greenhouse. How long
until Yvonne gets back from work?”
“Another hour
or so, then another ninety minute after that before Mum and Dad turn up – I’ll
call you when she gets here,” she said as she watched Kim walk out. She went to the front window of the house,
looking at the parked car outside as a small transit van pulled up outside. The sky was cloudy and grey, as she walked
back in and sat down, picking up a magazine.
She had only
just started to read it when she heard the door bell and stood up, wondering if
it was a delivery as she walked towards it.
She could see a figure in the doorway, and opened it quickly as she said
“How can I...”
Grace walked
slowly backwards as the three women came in, the first one holding a gun in her
gloved hand as the last closed the door.
They were identically dressed – grey bodysuits covering them from head
to toe, as well as grey shoes and gloves.
The only difference was their faces – white, smooth, featureless save
for the two slits that were placed where the eyes should be.
“What the
hell...”
She watched
as the masked woman looked at her, and then placed a gloved finger to where her
lips would have been, before she indicated the stairs.
“You... You want me to go upstairs?”
The woman
nodded as one of the other two went into the front room, carrying a large
holdall with her. Grace looked at her,
and then started to walk up the stairs, the other two women following her as
the second one carried a second holdall with her.
At the top of
the stairs, Grace turned round and said “what do you want?”
There was no
answer, as the armed woman merely pointed to the doors and then to Grace.
“You want me
to go to my room?”
There was the
nod again, as Grace looked at them. “Are
you going to say anything?”
She watched
as both women slowly shook their heads, and gulped as she walked to her
bedroom, waiting as the two women walked in.
The second one put the bag on the floor, opened it and took out the
longest length of brown rope Grace had ever seen. She watched as the rope was shaken loose and
doubled over, before the masked and silent intruder made a small loop in the
middle by tying a knot in the lengths.
“What are you
going to do with that,” Grace whispered as the armed woman began to twirl her
gloved finger round. As she slowly
turned, the second woman walked behind her and placed the rope over her
shoulders, positioning the lengths over each shoulder as she felt the knot at
the base of her neck.
The armed
woman stood in front of Grace, the gun pointing at her, her head slightly to
one side as Grace felt the rope wind down her arms, the second woman pulling
them behind her back as she suddenly realised that the spiralling ropes were
being used to bind her arms behind her back.
It happened so quickly, so smoothly that before she knew what was
happening, her wrists were been secured together behind her back, and then
pulled up as the intruder fed the lengths of rope through the loop and then
pulled them down.
“Oh god, what
are you doing,” she whispered as the ropes were then taken around her arms and
chest, forcing her upper arms against her sides as it framed and supported her
chest. It had only been fifteen minutes
since they had walked into her room, and now she was tightly secured, unable to
move her arms.
Out of her
window, she could see Kim in the garden, but there was no way to warn her, as
the masked woman pointed to her bed.
“You want me
to lie down?”
The woman
nodded as Grace walked over and at on the bed, moving so she was lying on her
bound wrists and forearms as she watched the second woman take a second length
of rope from her bag, double it over and
use it to secure her legs together below her knees. She then passed the rope between her legs to
tighten the band, before taking it down and wrapping the ends around and
between her ankles to secure them.
Grace watched
as the armed woman put the pistol down, and retrieved from the bag a blue
bandana, rolling it into a tight band and then tying a double knot in the
middle of it.
“Please –
take what you want,” Grace said as she tried to move, the squeak of rope,
leather and corduroy the only other sound as she was ordered to roll over. Once she had done so, she felt her ankles
been pulled back as the masked woman tied her ankles to her forearms, while she
was unable to stop the cotton knot been pushed into her mouth, sitting behind
her teeth at the scarf was tied round her head, trapping her dark hair against
her head.
She turned
her head and looked as the armed woman pick up her handgun, and nod to the
other woman, leaving and walking downstairs as Grace watched her binder start
to search her room.
“There,” Kim
said as she wiped her hands, and looked at the rows of tomato plants. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a knee
length skirt made from cotton dyed in a shade of burnt umber, as well as a pair
of black Wellington boots. Apart from
the clothing, the only way you could tell her and her identical sister Grace
from each other was her hair, which was cut short on her right side and
slightly longer on the left.
Looking at
the greenhouse and smiling, she went out and closed the door behind herself,
and made her way across the garden, going back into the kitchen and putting the
kettle on.
“Grace? I’m making some coffee. Do you want one?
“Grace?”
She went to
the hallway to talk to her sister, only to stop as she saw the figure on grey
looking at her, a gun pointed towards her as the white featureless face stared
in her direction.
“What the
hell... Who are you and where’s Grace?”
The woman cocked
her head to one side, the white face staring at her as
she slowly pointed upstairs, and then indicated the door to the front room with
her gun.
Slowly
raising her hands, Kim walked in, surprised to see a second, identically
clothed and masked woman standing there, holding a length of rope in her hand
that fell and lay in rings on the floor.
“Oh god –
have you already tied up Grace?”
The armed
woman nodded as the second intruder walked behind Kim, draping the rope over
her shoulders and then slowly lowering her arms so that her palms were at the
side of her skirt. As she watched, the
masked woman started to take the rope down her arms in spirals, pulling her
arms behind her at the same time as she felt the rope forcing her wrists
together.
“Just tell me
what you want,” she said, starting to panic a little as she felt her wrists
been pulled up her back, and then secured further, before the woman in grey
passed the ropes around her upper body, pulling her upper arms against her body
as she felt them rub on her chest.
“Oh fuck,”
she said quietly as she looked at the armed woman, “say something, for fuck’s
sake.”
There was no
reply, as she felt the ropes pulled tighter round her, and then was made to sit
against the wall, watching as a second length of rope was sued to secure her
legs tightly together below her knees, and then taken down and wrapped around
as well as between her ankles.
“All right,
so you won’t talk,” Kim said as she glared at the two women, “so what is this –
a robbery?”
She watched
as the two women looked at each other, then at her as they slowly nodded. The masked woman then went to the bag and
took out a black bandana, rolling it into a band and tying a knot in it as the second one bent Kim’s
legs, and tied a length of rope from her chest to her knees, her skirt slipping
down as she did so.
The woman
then squatted down, the scarf taut in her gloved hands as she cocked her head
to one side. Kim looked at her for a
moment, before she slowly opened her mouth, tasting the cotton on her tongue as
it was tied round her head and silenced her.
She was
unable to stop them as the masked woman started to search the room, her eyes
nervously looking towards the clock as the time ticked away...
Yvonne walked
up the path to her front door, smiling as she searched for her door keys in her
handbag. Her dark hair was cut to
shoulder length, and she wore a grey cardigan over a white blouse, a short
mustard coloured skirt that came to just above her knees, light brown hose that
blended with her natural skin tone and light brown leather boots.
“Hey girls,”
she said as she came in and closed the door behind herself, “how was your...”
She stared at
the three women who were standing there, their heads to the side as she looked
at their featureless white faces.
“Oh god,” she
said quietly, “the China Doll Gang?”
The woman at
the front nodded as a second one came over, removing her handbag and dropping
it to the floor before she stood behind Yvonne, the young woman watching as
rope was draped over each shoulder.
“Where...
Where are my sisters,” she said, watching as the Dolls looked up and then to
the main room, while she was dimly aware of her arms being
pulled behind her and secured together. As
the ropes encircled and embraced her body, she felt her cardigan being pulled
to the side as her chest was forced out.
The lead Doll
then indicated the front room, and as she walked in she saw her identical
sister sitting on the floor.
“Hffkfyffnn.”
“It’s all
right, Kim,” Yvonne said quietly, “just relax, we’re been robbed, and there’s
nothing we can do about it. Where’s
Grace?”
“Pstrsss,” Kim said, as Yvonne noticed the darker knot of
cotton between her lips. She nodded as
she sat on the leather couch, watching as her legs were secured in the same way
as her sister. As this was done, she
watched the Doll remove a red bandana and roll it into a band, tying a knot in
it.
Nodding,
Yvonne opened her mouth and allowed the Doll to gag her, the scarf going round
her head as she secured the ends together at the base of her neck.
She was then
helped to lie on her stomach, as her ankles were pulled back and secured to her
chest ropes. Rolling onto her side, she
watched as a third Doll appeared, carrying a bag similar to the one on the
coffee table. The three women looked at
each other, and then at the two women, before they walked silently out, the
front door closing behind them.
“Hfffk,” Kim said as she looked at Yvonne, “whtrrwggntddd?”
Yvonne
grunted as she tried to move, but the ropes were too tight, restricting her
range of movement to the bare minimum.
After a while, she started to move herself on the couch, Kim watching as
she somehow managed to get into a kneeling position on the floor, and then
shuffle over.
“Cnnutrnrrnd,” she said to Kim, her sister nodding as she
moved with her back to Yvonne. She then
felt the scarf against her hand as Yvonne tried to use that to pull the gag
out. The only sound the creak of leather
and rope,
In her
bedroom, Grace had heard everything, and was desperately trying to free
herself, the corduroy rubbing as she started to sweat and feel damp.
“Girls?”
Grace called
out “MMMM” as she heard the voice in the hallway.
“Mum – oh
thank god call the police.”
“Why should
I...” She stopped as she saw two of her
three triplet daughters on the floor, trussed with ropes, a black scarf in Kim’s
mouth with a darker centre as Yvonne looked over, the red knot hanging on her
chest.
“Please Mum – call the police, and then find some scissors in the kitchen,” she said as Kim started crying...
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