Living the Part
She was sat
in a wooden chair, looking from side to side as the intruder methodically
searched through the contents of her bedroom furniture. It had been a long, difficult day at the
office, and she had come home hoping to have a long bath, a couple of glasses
of wine and an early night.
Instead, she
had been surprised almost as soon as she had closed the door by the masked
woman. The intruder was dressed from
head to toe in black, with only her eyes showing from the holes in the
balaclava covering her head, and her voice was distorted, tinny, but her
intention was very clear by the way she had pointed the gun and told the young
woman to shut up.
The next
twenty minutes had been spent securing her to the chair. She was wearing a grey fitted jacket and knee
length skirt, with a white camisole top underneath, and knee length tight black
leather boots with a two inch heel. The
intruder had tied her wrists tightly behind her back, and then used a coil of rope
to tie her to the chair at her waist and stomach. Her ankles were tied tightly together in
front of her, and her legs above her knees, while a rolled up white scarf was sitting
between her red lips.
She was
struggling, the leather of her boots squeaking as her legs rubbed against each
other, but all the time she was watching the intruder, wondering what was
happening, who this person was, and why she was doing this to a secretary.
Eventually,
the masked woman came back over to her and said “Where is it, Tanya?”
“Whrs wht,” she mumbled through
the scarf filled mouth.
“Where’s the
will - the one that leaves the business to you?”
“Well? Wht well?”
“You know
what will,” the intruder said as she reached up and pulled the balaclava off
her head. The face that was revealed was
an older version of hers, the only difference been her closely cropped brown
hair as opposed to Tanya’s long blonde hair.
Tanya’s eyes
opened wide as she said “Crol?”
“CUT!!!”
A bell rang
out as the woman in black stood up and said “That was fantastic - you got the
look of recognition just right there.”
“Fnks,” Tanya said as a stage hand ran over and untied the
loose knot that had been hidden under her hair.
“That was even better than in rehearsal!”
“Wonderful
job, both of you,” the director said as he walked over, “This is going to be a
great week of programs for Ivyelms! Bindy, you were
great - but you and Cher here need to make sure you have your lines off pat for
filming tomorrow.”
“You know we
will,” Bindy, or as her character was called Tanya,
said as she stood up and rubbed her wrists.
“Can you come over about seven tonight?”
“I’ll be
there,” Cher said as she watched her fellow actress walk off the set, then
started to make her own way to her dressing room.
Ivyelms was one of the more popular early
evening Continuing Dramas, as the BAFTAs and other award shows liked to call
the soaps, on British television. Much
of the plot centered around three families living in
the Birmingham suburb, and this particular plotline was to re-introduce Cher
Delaine to the series as Carol Kirk, the older sister of Tanya, played by Bindy Parker. Cher
had left the series five years ago, to star in City Beat, a police drama, but
was coming back now for a few weeks to become a thorn in the side of Tanya.
Closing the
door of her changing room, Cher changed from the tight jumper and leggings she
was wearing into a leopard print round necked top and a pair of black
jeans. She glanced through the shooting
script for the next day, a glass of water in her hand, before there was a knock
on the door.
“Come in,”
she said, and Bindy stepped in, wearing a white slip
dress and gold sandals.
“I forgot to
ask, can you bring some Chinese with you as well? I need to go and see my agent, so I won’t
have time to get anything before you come round.”
“Sure,
no problem.”
“Ta,” Bindy said as she walked out, Cher shaking her head as she
returned to the script.
It was seven
fifteen on her watch when Cher stepped out of the car, thanking the driver as
she picked up the bag with the takeaway and opened the front gate of the modest
terraced house. There was little traffic
on the street, save for one or two parked cars and a grey transit van that was
parked on the corner.
She rang the
door bell, and waited a few minutes for Bindy to open
the door. “Come in,” she said as Cher
stepped in, the heels of her black over the knee suede boots sinking into the
carpet. Bindy
herself had changed into a pair of green leggings, with thick socks over her
feet and lower legs, and a blue jumper.
“Sorry I’m
late - Chungs was incredibly busy,” Cher said as she
held up the bag, “but I have the Peking Banquet.”
“Great - Why
don’t you take the food into the front room?
I’ll go and get the wine and a couple of glasses.”
“Sounds
good,” Tanya said as she walked in, deposited the bag on the coffee table and
slipped off her black leather jacket, placing it over the back of a chaise
longue. There were already some plates
and cutlery out, so she began to open the starter boxes and place the various
items onto the crockery.
“Can you
bring some napkins through as well, Bindy,” Cher
called out as she heard footsteps behind her.
“Bindy?”
Cher turned
round to see her friend standing there, eyes wide open
over the gloved hand that was pressed over her mouth. Behind her was a man, easily six foot five,
with a black balaclava covering his head and only allowing his deep blue eyes
and mouth to show.
He was dress
in black - leather jacket, sweater underneath, trousers and shoes, and had a
small rucksack over his back as well as a knife in his hand. “Good evening,” he said in a pleasant if
authoritative voice, “Please, do not scream.
Why don’t you sit down with your hands where I can see them, and relax.”
“Bindy, what’s going on,” Cher said quietly, but her fellow
actress merely shook her head slightly from side to side, as a second masked
intruder walked in. He was dressed
identically to the first man, but was at least a foot smaller,
“Ah,” he said
as he looked at the food laid out on the table, “It would appear our arrival is
rather ill timed, Mister Tall.”
“Indeed,
Mister Small - so, I must ask you ladies to do exactly what my colleague and I
tell you to do, and in return you can have a pleasant evening - starting with
your dinner. Does that sound agreeable?”
At the
mention of their names, Cher had put her hands to her mouth. As part of her work on City Beat, she had
shadowed some detectives, and their names had come up in that time. The Gentlemen Robbers, they had been called,
and the detectives had expressed a sneaking admiration for them while at the
same time trying to track them down.
“I’ve heard
of you two,” Cher eventually said.
“Oh? May I ask where?” Mister Small said as he
disconnected the phone, and began to search their handbags for their mobile
phones.
“I used to
appear in a TV series - the policemen I talked to said you were amongst the
more pleasant of their targets.”
“How nice to
be appreciated,” Mister Tall said with a smile.
“So I take it you are an actress?”
“We both are
- please, let Bindy go. I promise you she won’t cause any trouble.”
Bindy nodded under the strong hand covering
her mouth, then sighed as Mister Tall released
her. “Why don’t you both take a seat,”
he said as he himself sat in a chair opposite them, “and have some dinner. We can spend some time talking until we go
about our business, and it would be a shame to let such delicious food go to
waste.”
“What do you
want,” Bindy said as she sat with Cher, shaking
slightly.
“Well, if I
may be direct for a moment, we want your valuables, and we want your
co-operation. In return - well, let us
say you will gain real life experience for your work.
“Please - I
meant it, eat.”
Bindy watched as Cher picked up a spring
roll and bit into it. “Look,” she said
after she swallowed it, “I know the reputation of these guys. They won’t hurt us if we cooperate, so we may
as well eat and go over our lines.”
“Oh,” Mister
Tall said, “You are in a current production together?”
“Yeah,” Bindy said with a surprised look on her face, “Don’t you
watch television?”
“My working
hours preclude much goggle box watching,” Mister Tall replied with a smile as
Mister Small started to carefully search through the bureau and drawers in Bindy’s front room, “but I do like the occasional drama. What are you both appearing in.”
“Ivyelms,” Cher said.
Mister Small
looked over, and said “I haven’t watched that for quite a few years. Does it still have that family of crooks in
it - the MacKenzies?”
“You’re five
years out of date,” Bindy said as she started to
nibble on a spare rib. “What about you,
tall, dark and armed?”
“My apologies
ladies, but I don’t watch soap operas,” Mister Tall replied with a smile. “My tastes are more towards BBC 2 and 4 than
those channels.”
“Oh, a bit of
a snob,” Bindy said as she watched Mister Small
retrieve a money wallet from one drawer.
“Hardly - I
would remind you that Blackadder started on BBC 2, as
did many fine drama series” Mister Tall said as he opened the main
courses. “Shall I play Father? You may as well have a glass of wine each as
well - it may be a little while before you get a second.”
The two women
looked at each other, and slowly poured themselves a glass of Chardonnay as
Mister Small continued his search.
Mister Tall debated with them the merits of soaps versus more limited
series, and as they talked Cher in particular found herself
gaining a grudging admiration for this man.
“All
finished,” Mister Tall eventually said as his partner returned from his search
of the rooms downstairs.
“All done,”
the smaller man said, “Perhaps you will take the young lady of the house with
you to search her bedrooms, while I make sure her friend Cher is secure and
comfortable down here?”
“Of course,”
Mister Tall said as he helped Bindy to stand up, and
took her by the arm. “After
you, my dear.” As they left the
room, and Cher watched them climb the stairs, she turned to Mister Small and
said “Secure and comfortable?”
“Quite so,”
he replied as he opened the rucksack Mister Tall had left, and drew out a
length of soft white rope. “If you would
be so good as to stand up, and cross your wrists in the small of your back?”
“Well, when
you ask so nicely,” Cher said as she put her glass down, stood up and turned
round. She felt the soft white rope
encircling her wrists and then pulling them together, as she said “It’s funny -
the scene we shot today had me holding Bindy hostage,
and she was tied to a chair and gagged.”
“Let me
guess,” Mister Small said as he tugged on the ropes, making Cher yelp a little
as her wrists were forced together, “Sitting in a chair, loosely tied ropes,
and a scarf between the lips?”
“How did you
guess?”
“Well,”
Mister Small said as he tied the rope between her arms and tucked the ends into
the bands, out of reach of her fingers,” Television and film always like to
create the illusion, as opposed to the reality.”
Cher tried
moving her wrists, before saying “For reality, it’s not as uncomfortable as I
would have thought.”
“Well, why
should it be more uncomfortable than necessary,” Mister Small said with a smile
as he produced a second, much longer length of rope, and passed it round Cher’s
arms and body below her chest. She felt
her arms being pulled into her sides, and watched as the rope was passed above
and below her chest, further immobilising her arms.
“Point
taken,” she said as she felt the rope pulled even tighter, looking over her
shoulder as Mister Small secured the rope.
“I don’t think I will be getting out of this that easily.”
“That is
rather the point,” he replied with a smile as he turned Cher round and helped
her to sit down. She watched as he
cleared some plates from one end of the coffee table, and then said “I would
like you to put your feet on the table please, and cross your ankles.”
“Comfort?” Cher asked as she did as she was
requested, then watched as the masked robber took more rope and started to tie
her legs together, above the cuffs of her boots, and passing the rope between her legs
to tighten the binding.
“In a way,”
he said with a smile, “but more simple physics. You will understand in a
moment.” He then took a second length of
rope and tied her legs together below her knees, the white cords sinking into
the black suede as he bound them tightly together. A third length then was wrapped around her
crossed ankles, before he said “Now, rest your heels on the ground.”
As Cher did
so, she felt the rope around her thighs and below her knees tighten, and she
looked at her crossed heels.
“Simple
physics,” she repeated as she looked at Mister Small. He smiled and nodded as he started to clear
away the food.
“What are you
doing?”
“Tidying up -
after all, you don’t want a mess in your friend’s front room, do you?”
“And that’s
what the cops said about you two - your consideration for the people you
visited was something they admired.”
“Fame is such
a fickle master,” Mister Small said as he took the bag with the leftover food
and the plates into the kitchen. Cher started
to try and twist herself free, but the ropes were too tight, and she eventually
sat back to see what would happen next.
“Comfortable?”
She looked up
to see Mister Tall standing there with Bindy, smiling
at her. Her friend had her hands behind
her back, and there were coils of white rope around her arms at her stomach and
shoulders.
“Are you all
right, Bindy,” Cher said as Mister Tall brought her
friend over and helped her to sit down.
“My insurance
company is going to love me,” Bindy said with an
exasperated gasp as Mister Tall lifted her feet onto the coffee table, and
started to bind her crossed ankles, “but he knows a lot about serious
drama. He even suggested I should try
out for something, like you did.”
“He’s right -
did me no harm,” Cher said as she watched the robber binding her friend’s
ankles and legs. “Very different from
earlier, isn’t it?”
“You’re
telling me,” Bindy said as Mister Tall pulled the
ends of one coil of rope between her legs below her knees, “It’s comfortable,
but I know neither of us are going anywhere for a while.”
“He,” Cher
said as she looked at Mister Small,” was telling me how much our profession makes
things up. I think we got a lesson in
that today.”
Bindy nodded as Mister Tall stood up and
lifted her feet off, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the ropes
tighten around her legs. “So, I guess
it’s time for the cleave gag,” she said as she looked at the two masked man.
“Well,”
Mister Small said, “Actually, we need to teach you another important lesson -
that a cleave gag is not an effective way of silencing someone and preventing
them raising the alarm.”
“You mean a
scarf cannot stop you talking?”
“The only way
to one hundred percent stop you making any noise is to stop you breathing,”
Mister Small said quietly, “and we do not wish to do that.”
The two women
looked at each other, as Mister Tall picked up two bandanas he had found in Bindy’s bedroom and folded them into pads. “Neither of you are asthmatic, are you,” he
asked as he looked at the two women.
“No,
why?”
“I need you
both to open your mouths as wide as possible,” Mister Tall said quietly, “and
then breath normally through your nose. This will muffle the noise, and then we will
use some tape to stop your lips from moving.”
“I see,” Cher
said quietly, “so we can’t really speak, but we can still breath.”
“Precisely,”
Mister Small said as he pushed one of the bandanas into Cher’s mouth, Mister
Tall doing the same for Bindy, and then waited for
them to close their mouths. As she did
so, Cher felt the cotton brushing over her tongue as it pressed it down to the
floor of her mouth.
“The scarf
will get smaller as it dampens,” Mister Tall said as he tore a strip of white
tape off a roll, “and then it will be more comfortable. Now, you need to purse your lips.”
“Funssst,” Bindy said as she felt
the tape sticking firmly over her mouth, the material shaping to the contours
of her chin and lips. She looked over at
Cher, who nodded as she was tape gagged in the same way, the material
stretching with her as she tried to move her jaw.
“Well,”
Mister Tall said as Mister Small left the room, and the two women heard running
water, “We must leave you both now. I’m
sure someone will come and find you both in due course, but we will also inform
the appropriate authorities of your predicament - eventually.
“The
Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu - may we never meet again!”
Cher and Bindy watched as the tall masked man left the room, and
then after a few minutes the sound of the rear door opening and closing, before
they started to try and free themselves...
“Oh my God -
are you two both all right?”
“We’re fine,”
Cher said as she and Bindy sat with the
director. The police had eventually
arrived at around Midnight and freed both of them, but they had not slept, with
the insurance firms to deal with and statements to take. “Obviously, we didn’t get a chance to learn
our lines, but I hope you understand that.”
“Of course,
of course - we can take the day off and pick it up tomorrow.”
“Well,” Bindy said as she looked at Cher, “We were wondering if it
would be possible to do a re-shoot of the scene yesterday, given we have the
studio free.”
“Why - wasn’t
it good enough?”
“It was - but
we want to try something. Inject a
little more realism into it...”
Tanya looked
at the masked intruder as she ransacked the front room of her house. She had had no chance to resist when she
walked into the room, before the masked woman made her lie face down on the
couch, crossed her wrists and tied them tightly together, then tied her arms to
her side, her jacket opening up as the ropes constricted to reveal her
top. Her ankles had been crossed and
tightly lashed together, and her legs were tied below her knees, the squeaking
leather the only other sound apart from drawers opening and things falling to
the floor.
She wanted to
scream out, but the thick white scarf was pulled tightly between her lips,
holding in the cloth the intruder had pushed in first. Eventually, she came over and knelt next to
the couch, hissing into Tanya’s ear “Where is it....”
“They were
right,” the director whispered to his assistant, “this is much more realistic.”
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