Willow on Leather
“It is a
beautiful evening, is it not,” the smaller of the two men said as they sat in
the front of the grey transit van.
“It is indeed,”
his taller friend said as he looked out of the windscreen. “I love these mid-summer evenings, so full of
purpose and potential.”
“Indeed – but
sadly, we must be about our business.
Ready?”
The taller man
nodded as he put a woollen cap over his head, and looked over. “Shall we?”
“I think we
shall…”
Rachel Flint
smiled as she smelt the contents of the casserole, and put it back into the
oven. “Doing good, just a few more hours
slow cooking,” she said to herself as she stood up, and dried her hands off. Rachel was in her early fifties, and was
wearing a tight white roll neck sweater, the hem lying over an olive coloured
knee length leather skirt, and her legs in a pair of knee length straight black
leather boots.
“Where is that
girl,” she said to herself as she walked into the dining room – and stopped,
staring at the two men that were standing there. One was tall, around six foot seven, and the
other a full foot shorter, but they were identically dressed – black leather
jackets, pants and jumpers, dark shoes and leather gloves, and the black balaclavas
which covered their heads, only allowing their eyes and mouths to be seen.
“Good evening,”
the taller man said as he produced a small pistol, “would it be rude of me to
ask you your name?”
“Rahh…. Rah…”
“Deep breaths,”
the smaller man said as he laid a small leather bag on the dining table, “relax,
and tell us your name.”
“Rachel,” she
finally said, “who are you?”
“Well,” the
taller man said, “I am Mister Tall, and my friend here is Mister Small. As for why we are here, Rachel, I regret to
say we are here to relieve you and your family of their valuables.”
“To…” Rachel stared at the two men, as she
whispered “the Gentlemen Robbers?”
“Our fame
precedes us once more,” Mister Small said as he pulled a chair away from the
dining table. It was an old design, dark
mahogany with a high back, and a willow weaved seat. “Then you will know, so long as you
cooperate, no harm shall come to you.”
“So,” Mister
Tall said with a smile, “please, take a seat, and we will make you
comfortable.”
“But you said
you were going to rob me…”
“And we will,”
Mister Small said as he opened the bag, “but there is no reason why you need
not be comfortable. Please, take a
seat.”
Rachel nodded
as she sat down, watching Mister Small as he took a length of white rope from
the bag, and walked behind the chair, gently guiding her arms around the chair
back before he started to bind her wrists together, taking the rope around and
between her arms.
“So you’re
going to leave me in this chair,” Rachel said as Mister Tall looked at the
display cases.
“You are a
cricketer?”
“I was, when I
was younger – a good one,” she said as she shook her head, her dark hair
keeping the bob it was cut in.
“So I see – be
at ease, these are of no interest to me,” he said with a smile as Mister Small
secured her bound wrists to the chair back, and then passed a longer length of
rope around her waist, pulling her against the chair back before he started to
wind it around the older woman, taking the rope between the spaces n the chair back so that she was firmly secured to that as
well.
“I am going
nowhere,” she said quietly, “will there be a mess?”
“Not
necessarily,” Mister Tall said as he sat next to Rachel, “if you tell me where
your valuables are, and the combinations to any safe. “We can be very careful if we so desire.”
“You know, I
believe you can… Very well, there is a
safe in the downstairs office over there, and my jewellery is in the bureau in
the main bedroom. As for my daughter – I
do not know.”
“This is your
daughter,” Mister Small said as he tied the rope off, looking at a family
portrait.”
“It’s an old
picture,” Rachel said as she looked at the picture, the ten year old girl
smiling in front of her parents. She
twisted round, her skirt squeaking as it rubbed on the wooden seat, and sighed
as she realised she was stuck there.
Mister Small
knelt I front of her, taking her left ankle and putting it next to the chair
leg before he used more of the rope to bind her ankle in place, and then
repeating the process on the other side as Mister Tall looked in the leather
bag, and took out a white scarf, rolling it into a tight band and tying a
double knot in the middle.
“Thank you for
your cooperation,” he said with a smile, “but now, with deep regret, we must
ensure you remain silent while we are about our business. Please, open your mouth as wide as you can.”
“I guess I
should say thank you,” Rachel whispered before she opened her mouth, tasting
the silk as the knot pressed down on her tongue and she closed her lips over
the band, Mister Tall tying it tightly round her head as the ends hung down her
back.
“Remain calm,
don’t struggle, and you will be just fine,” Mister Small said with a smile,
Willow nodding as the two men left the room.
“You head
upstairs,” Mister Tall said, “I will check the office.”
Mister Small
nodded as he ascended the staircase, Mister Tall opening the door and smiling
as he saw the safe sitting on the floor.
Rachel could hear them moving round, but she was tied too tightly to the
chair, the knot soaking up her saliva – and then she heard the front door open
and close.
The brown haired
girl slipped off her black leather jacket, and looked at herself in the hallway
mirror. Her hair fell over the shoulders
of her sleeveless black and white top, her black leather skirt coming to her
knees as it flowed with each movement.
She was also wearing dark tights, and a pair of tight black patent
leather boots with a two inch stiletto heel.
“Mum? What’s for dinner,” she called out, but there
was no reply, so she looked in the front room, and then in the office. As she stared at the open safe door, she
whispered “no…” – and then her eyes opened wide as the leather gloved hand was
pressed over her mouth.
“Good
afternoon,” a deep male voice said “please, do not struggle or try to call for
help – remain calm, and you will be just fine.”
“hhrrruuuu?”
“I am called
Mister Tall. If I take my hand away,
will you remain quiet, and tell me your name?”
The girl slowly
nodded as Mister Tall took his hand away, the girl taking several deep breaths
as she said “I’m Willow… Willow Flint…”
“Ah – the
daughter of the house. You really should
get a more up to date family photo taken – something to consider later. For now, may I ask why you are dress so
fashionably for fifty years ago?”
“I work at a
nostalgia shop – are you robbing us?
Where is my mother?”
“Yes, and I
will take you to her,” Mister Tall said with a smile, “as soon as I have taken
steps to make sure you also cannot raise the alarm. Please, put your hands behind your back.”
“Will it hurt?”
Willow asked as she slowly put her hands together behind her back.
“Not if you allow
me to do it properly,” Mister Tall said, Willow turning her head and seeing his
smile before she felt the cords forcing her wrists together, the masked ma
taking them around and between her arms and securing them tightly
together. She wriggled her fingers, but
realised any knot was out of reach of her fingers as Mister Tall stood in front
of her. She looked at him, dressed in
black, and said “you look like someone out of a sixties crime programme.”
“It has been
commented upon,” Mister Tall said quietly, “shall we?” Taking her arm, he guided her to the dining
room, as Rachel looked over and said “Hhghhddnnn,,,”
“Mum? Are you all right,” Willow said as she looked
at her mother, the damp knot between her lips getting larger as she
struggled. Rachel nodded as Mister Tall
said “I will make your daughter comfortable in the front room,” picking up the
leather bag before he took Willow’s arm and walked her out of the room.
“Will she be
all right,” Willow said as they walked into the front room, watching as Mister
Tall carefully closed the curtains, and then turned the light on.
“So long as you
behave and she does, yes,” Mister Tall said as he took a longer length of rope
from the bag. “Now, remain still, while
I secure your arms to your body.”
Willow nodded
as he passed the rope around her under her chest, felling it tighten as her
arms were forced against her body, and then as it was taken above her chest,
several more passes following as the bands framed her chest.
“that’s –
different,” she said as he tied the ropes off, and then used two smaller
lengths to cinch the bands. “Almost –
snug.”
“Some of the
ladies we have visited have said similar things,” Mister Tall said with a
smile. “I personally would not know, but
I suspect a mixture of fear and excitement adds to it.”
“What are you,
a psychologist?”
“Some of the
time – in our line of work, we have many skills,” Mister Tall said with a
smile, “we find it helps us in our work.
Please, sit on the recliner.” He
pointed to a black leather chaise longue, Willow nodding as she sat down and
Mister Tall took two more lengths of rope from his bag. Kneeling down, he crossed Willow’s ankles,
and began it bind them together, the rope going around and between her limbs as
Willow watched.
“How long have
you been doing this?”
“Long enough to
know what I am doing,” Mister Tall said as he took the other length of rope,
and bound Willow’s legs together below her knees, her tights lightening under
the pressure as the rope pressed down.
“It’s almost
beautiful,” she said as she looked in the doorway, and saw the smaller masked
man standing there.
“Mister Small,
may I introduce you to Willow Flint.”
“Ah, the
daughter of the house – a pleasure. I am
finished upstairs Mister Tall.”
“I have mot
finished in the office yet – would you take care of that please,” Willow’s
binder said, the smaller man nodding as he walked off, and Mister Tall stood
up, walking to the bag and taking out a second white scarf.
“So I’m going
to be quiet as well,” Willow said as she watched him roll the scarf into a
tight band, and tie a double knot in the middle.
“With regret,
you are,” Mister Tall said as he eased the knot into her mouth, Willow closing
her teeth and lips over it as he tied the band securely round her head, and
then helped her to lie on her side, her head resting on the arm of the seat as
she twisted round.
“Thhhssehfhnneeshnd,” she mumbled as she looked up.
“Relax, remain
still,” Mister Tall said as his partner came back in.
“Our work is
done here, Mister Tall,” he said with a smile.
“Indeed – one
more thing we need to do.”
Willow watched as
the two men then left, and then returned, carrying he rmother
in her chair as she looked over.
“You will be
more comfortable in each other’s company,” Mister Tall said as they gently laid
the seat down, Rachel nodding as they did so.
“The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu – may we never meet again.”
The two women
watched as Mister Small turned on the television, Vintage TV playing the music
of the Sixties as they walked out…
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