Modern Traditions
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kama smiled and fastened the large
silver and jewelled earrings in place. Picking
up the pearl handled brush, she began to run it through her long dark hair, thinking
through what she had to do that day. In
her early forties, she looked much younger, even when wearing the traditional
dress she had on today. Her tunic was
green and white, in a floral pattern, with an open neckline and sleeves that
flowed out just above her wrists. The
tunic itself came to just below her knees, covering the top half of the green
pantaloons she was wearing, with them gathered at the ankle. A pair of gold strapped
sandals were on her feet, as she stood up and put on the gold necklace
on the dresser.
“Numa,” she called out, “are you nearly ready?”
“I just need
a few more minutes mum,” came the reply as Kama picked
up the long white chiffon scarf, and carefully draped it over her right
shoulder, letting it drop in front and behind.
Looking out of the bedroom window, she saw it was quiet outside, with
only a couple of cars and a small grey van parked outside.
She walked
out of the room and down the staircase, looking at the family portraits as she
went down, and then heading to the kitchen.
Taking a glass, she poured herself some water and took a drink, before
she said “NUMA!”
“I’m here,”
her twenty year old daughter said as she came in, wearing a purple silk
dress. The thin spaghetti straps over
her shoulders kept it up, as the short cap sleeves fell over her upper arms, and
the tired and slightly ruffled skirt fell to just above her knees. The front of the dress was in a slightly
lighter shade of purple, with a dark sash gathered in a bow at her left
side. She was also wearing a pair of
white three inch heel pumps, and a set of pearl drop earrings, her hair gathered
on her head and held in place by a hair clasp.
Kama shook
her head as she said “Numa, you are a very beautiful
young woman, but dress this way and you attract the wrong sort of boy.”
“Mum, who
says I want to attract the right sort of boy,” Numa
said as she checked her reflection in the hallway mirror. “When you were my age, was Dad really the
sort of man you were looking for?”
“He was the
sort of husband my parents were looking for,” Kama said as she put her hand on
her daughter’s cheek. “I know it is hard
for young girls like you, but...”
The sound of
the doorbell ringing made them both look, Numa saying
“I will see who it is” as she headed to the door, and Kama went into the front
room, picking up her handbag and putting her purse into it.
“Mum?”
“What is it, Unm...”
As Kama
turned round, she saw she was not alone – two men were standing with her, one
only about five foot seven tall, the other at least a foot higher. They were both dressed in black – leather
jackets over sweaters, jeans, shoes, gloves and balaclava masks, so that only
their eyes and mouths were showing. The
smaller of the men had his hand gripped tightly around Numa’s
arm, while the taller was pointing a pistol at her.
“Do forgive
the intrusion,” he said in a calm, polite manner, “but I have to tell you that
this is a robbery. Please, both of you,
remain calm and do as we say, and you will both be just fine.”
“Who... Who are you,” Kama said as she found her
voice.
“You may call
me Mister Tall, and my quiet friend here is Mister Small. I presume you are Kama, and this charming
young lady is your daughter Numa?”
“How... How do you know this?”
“Unimportant
for the moment, my dear lady – what is important is that you draw the curtains
across the windows, before you take a seat over there, place your hands upon
your head, and do nothing until one of us says so.”
Slowly, Kama
walked over to the ornate couch and sat herself down,
placing her hands face down upon her head as Mister Small said “now, Numa, we need you to find your mobile phone, as well as
that of your mother, and bring them here.
Where may they be?”
“Mine is in
the bag,” Kama said as she indicated the handbag on the low coffee table.
“I... I have
mine in my handbag upstairs.”
“Then it may
remain there for now,” Mister Small said, “I must, however, ask you now to sit
next to your mother, and put your feet up on the coffee table.”
“Why must
I...”
“Numa – do as he says, they are armed,” Kama said quietly,
her daughter nodding as she sat next to her and put her feet up on the coffee
table. They watched as Mister Small
removed a small rucksack from his back, opened it and took out a length of
white rope, using it to tightly bind Numa’s ankles
together and then taking the rope between her legs, as well as around her feet,
tying it off under and behind her heels.
“Why are you
doing this,” she said quietly as Mister Small produced a second length of rope,
and started to tie it around her legs below her knees, while her skirt fell
slightly back down her legs.
“With
regret,” he said quietly, “we need to ensure neither you nor your mother can do
anything to impede our work here. Once
we have you comfortable secured, Mister Tall will take her on a tour of the
house, while I keep you company down here.”
“On which
note,” Mister Tall said as he placed the gun in his packet, and removed a
further length of rope from the rucksack before looking at Kama, “I need to ask
you to turn slightly to your side, and place your arms behind your back,
crossing your wrists.”
“Must you?”
“I must – so
please, do as I ask.”
Numa watched, trying to move her legs as
the taller intruder started to bind her mother’s wrists together, binding the
rope tightly as he passed it around and between her arms, and then tied it off
out of reach of her painted fingers.
She did not
even notice as Mister Small lifted her legs and laid them so that her feet were
on the floor, and left the room for a moment, returning as he said “the
telephone is now disconnected, Mister Tall.”
“Excellent –
I need to ask you to accompany me now, Kama, while my colleague ensures your
daughter is comfortable.”
“Please,
don’t hurt her...”
“It is not our
intention to do so,” Mister Small said as he produced some more rope, Numa nodding as she watched Mister Tall take her mother out
of the room.
“Kindly lean
forward, and place your hands behind your back,” he said quietly, Numa doing as she was asked as she felt the soft rope
pressing against the skin on her wrists, while they were forced together. He was gentle, but firm, as the rope pulled
tighter and tighter and she was left unable to separate them.
“Now,” he
said as she straightened her back, “I need to secure your arms to your upper
body.”
Numa nodded as she saw him take a long
length of rope out, double it over and then wrap it around her arms and body,
pulling it tightly below her chest before e took it round above, repeating the
move several times as it pressed down and forced her arms into her side. She could feel him drawing the two bands
together as he tied the ropes off behind her back, and then said “would you
care for some water?”
“Sorry?”
“I asked if
you would care for some water? This would be a good moment for you to have
some.”
“My thanks,”
Mister Tall said as he used the combination to open
the safe, opening it and removing various boxes. He examined the contents, and placed some in
his bag and replaced others.
Kama was sat
in her husband’s leather desk chair, twisting around as the ropes held her arms
tightly to her side, the white contrasting with the light green as it encircled
and held her chest out. IT felt a little
strange, but she could not deny her arms were immobilised – especially with the
short lengths he had used under her arms to tighten the bands against her body.
“Why do you
do this,” she asked as she sat still and looked at him.
“Hmmm?”
“Why do you
rob innocent people?”
“It is a
living,” Mister Tall said as he closed the safe, “and be
honest – we have secured your arms to your body, and in the case of your
daughter her legs are secured, but have we done anything else to cause you
actual physical distress?”
Kama stopped
moving for a moment, looking at him as she shook her head and said “no – no you
have not. In fact, you have gone out of
your way to be courteous.”
“Quite – now,
shall we head upstairs and see what we can find in the bedrooms.”
He took Kama
by the arm and helped her to stand, walking her out of the room and towards the
staircase. As they went past the front
room, she glanced in to see Numa sitting up, a straw
in her mouth as she sipped from a glass of water that Mister Small was holding.
“Better?”
“Much, thank
you,” Numa said as she sat back, watching as Mister
Small placed the glass across the room, and then gently wiped her mouth with a
napkin. “you’re
not so bad for a robber.”
“I take that
as a compliment,” Mister Small said with a smile. “Now, I need you to move over to this
armchair – do you require some help with that?”
“Would you
mind?”
Shaking his
head, Mister Small helped her to stand and then take small hops
across the room, holding her as she steadied herself and then sat herself down. “So what happens now,” she said as she looked
at him.
“I regret to
say I must take steps now to ensure you do not raise the alarm verbally,”
Mister Small said as he retrieved a plastic bag, containing a white scarf, and
a roll of white tape from the rucksack.
Opening the bag, he folded the scarf into a small pad and said “anything
you wish to say before we do this?”
“Thank you –
seriously.”
He nodded as Numa opened her mouth, feeling the cloth as it filled her
mouth and pushed her tongue down. She gently
closed her mouth, looking up as he tore a long strip from the roll and held it
in his gloved hands.
“No, thank
you for cooperating,” Mister Small said as he pressed the tape down over her
mouth, smoothing it so that it stuck firmly to her flesh. She could feel slight pulling, but it seemed
to settle in place, and as she tried to speak all that came out was “whrsmmmm.”
“Numa? My dear, are you all right?”
Numa looked over to see her mother in the
doorway, bands of rope around her chest and holding her arms, as well as her
scarf, in place.
“Mfnnn,” she mumbled as Mister Tall walked her mother over
to the couch, sitting her down as he said “please, place your feet on the
coffee table.”
As Kama
rested her feet, she watched as Mister Tall crossed and tightly bound her
ankles together, and then secured her legs below her knees, taking the rope
between her legs over her pantaloons.
As he folded
the tunic back down, covering the higher band of rope, she looked at her
daughter, seeing the shape of her lips under the white band, and said “will the
same be done to me?”
“I regret to
say, it is – would you care for a drink before hand?”
“No – but I
think you for the offer.”
Nodding,
Mister Tall removed a second bag, and took out a small blue scarf, before he
folded it into a pad and said “please, open your mouth as wide as possible.”
As she felt
the silk on her tongue, Kama relaxed as much as possible, her tongue forced
down as he eased the pad in, and then she closed her lips over it, getting used
to the feel and the taste as he pressed the length of white tape over her
mouth, the material forming to the shape of her mouth and jaw.
He then
helped her to lie on her side, her head resting on a cushion on the armrest as
she looked over at her daughter.
“Cmfff?”
Kama nodded
her head as the two masked men cleared their things away, Mister Small taking
the glass to the kitchen and washing it before they came back.
“We thank you
for your cooperation, ladies,” Mister Tall said, smiling as he looked at
them. “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you
adieu – may we never meet again.”
Numa turned her head and watched as they
walked out, listening as the front door opened and closed, and then turning
back to look at her mother as she started to struggle, her scarf slipping slightly
as she tried to free her arms.
“Cllmdwnmm,” she said as she settled down, “tsnggddtstttht.”
Kama nodded,
trying to get as comfortable as she could as the clock ticked away, wondering
how long it would be before their absence at the party was noted...
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