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“What on
earth is that racket you are listening to?”
Edith Bowman
looked at her granddaughter as she sat in the large armchair, her legs curled
under her as she watched Pete Murray introducing Manfred Mann.
“It’s the
music I like Gran – and it’s only on for a little while,” Katrina said as she
looked up with a smile. The eighteen
year old was wearing a long sleeved top, with a red body and blue sleeves, the
front fastened by large white buttons, as her long dark brown hair fell over
her shoulders. Her short skirt was a
patchwork creation, while her lower legs were encased in skin-tight brown
leather boots.
“Well, he’s
no Glenn Miller,” Edith said as she looked at Paul Jones. She was wearing a light blue dress with a
round neck folded down, a small brooch pinned to the front, and long chiffon
sleeves as well as a bow at the front of her waist as the pleated skirt came
down to her knees. A matching pair of
satin kitten heels was on her feet, her grey hair tightly held in place by
hairspray.
“You about
ready to go Mum,” Wanda said as she came into the room. Although in her early forties, she looked
younger, especially in the sleeveless mini dress she was wearing, which was a
bold fruit print. Tan toeless sandals
were on her feet as she adjusted her earrings.
“I’m ready –
you and Lesley take care, all right?”
“Go mum,
we’ll be fine,” Katrina said as she waved her mother and grandmother out. “See you later,” she heard another woman say,
and then looked at the door as Lesley looked in. She was a year younger, and had her dark hair
pulled back by a white headband. She
wore a long sleeved white blouse under a green tank top, a pleated tartan mini
skirt and knee length white leather boots, and held a lamb’s wool scarf that
matched her skirt in her hand.
“Where are
you going?”
“I need to
get a text book from Babs – I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
“Okay then –
I need to talk to you about something,” Katrina said as she watched her sister
walk out of the room, and heard the front door open and close. As she watched Herman’s Hermits, the sound of
the knocker on the front door made her look up.
“Did you
forget your keys,” she said as she stood up and walked to the front door,
opening it and expecting to see her sister.
She did not expect to see the two men, only their eyes and lips visible
in the balaclavas covering their heads, as she was pushed back in.
“Not a word
lassie,” the taller of the two men said, “get back in there, lie down, hands
behind your back.”
“Or what?”
“Or,” the
smaller man said as he produced from inside his boiler suit a shotgun with the
barrel sawn off, “we make you lie down.”
“I’m back,”
Lesley said as she closed the door behind herself, “now what did you...”
“Not a word,”
the masked man growled as he turned the young girl round and made her face the
wall, “hands behind your back.”
“What the
hell...” she said as she felt him pull her wrists behind her back, and then
rope as it was pulled tight round her wrists, forcing them together as it was
passed round and between her arms.
“This is a
robbery,” the man whispered into her ear as she felt him pull the rope tight,
and then secured the ends out of reach of her fingers, “so just shut up. Actually, I’ve got a better idea.”
“What,”
Lesley whispered as she saw his black gloved hands when they removed her scarf.
“Open your
mouth.”
“Why, what
are you gnnggttddmmggdddd.”
The shock of
the man pulling the scarf into her mouth was soon replaced by the strange
sensation of the lamb’s wool on her tongue, as the scarf was secured round her
head, the ends hanging down her back as she saw dark rope passed round her
body, her arms pulled tight into her sides as she felt the rope pressing on her
chest, squeezing it out as it was pulled tighter and tighter.
“Get her in
here,” a taller masked man said as he looked out of the main room. As she was forced in, Lesley’s eyes shot open
as she saw Katrina on the couch, unable to talk as a wide strip of sticking
plaster held her lips closed together.
Her arms were held tightly to her sides with dark rope as well, her
ankles crossed and secured, and her legs above and below her knees.
“Whthppnnff,”
Lesley said as she was made to sit against the opposite wall, stretching her
legs out as the smaller of the two men crossed her ankles together, the dark
rope rubbing against the white leather as she felt them forced together, the
squeak as she tried to move them mingling with those of Katrina.
He then
wrapped more rope around her legs below her knees, Lesley watching as he pulled
it tight around and between them, his hands stroking her legs as he did so, and
then repeated the process above her knees, so that when he had tied the last
knot off she could barely move them, only the squeak of leather on leather
possible.
Katrina
looked over, trying to find the knot with her fingers that held her wrists
together behind her back. Having a
shotgun pressed against you had made her very compliant as they had bound her,
and the tape was pulling on her face, but it was held very tightly in place.
She tried
once more to move her legs, again the brown leather squeaking as she moaned
out.
“Ketreenene?”
“Ysslsleee?”
“Whtdthwnt?”
The older
girl shook her head, both watching as the intruders searched through the cupboards
and then went upstairs.
“I enjoyed
that concert,” Edith said as Wanda turned into the street. “Thanks for taking me.”
“My
pleasure,” Wanda said as she turned into the driveway in front of the house, and
turned the engine off. She could see the
curtains drawn over the windows, the lights on behind them.
“The girls
must still be up,” she said as the two women got out of the car, and she locked
the car doors, while Edith walked to the front door. As she went in, Wanda looked round, and then
followed her in.
“Mum?”
Edith was
looking at her daughter over the large gloved hand that covered her mouth,
while the balaclava masked man pointed the sawn-off shotgun at her. “Close the door,” he growled, “and then in
the front room, hands in the air.”
Wanda nodded
as she slowly closed the door to, and then walked towards him, her hands above
her head as she was followed by the other two.
She saw Katrina lying on the couch, and Lesley on the floor, a dark
stain on the scarf where it sat between her lips.
“What are you
doing here,” she said as a second, smaller man, closed the living room door.
“Robbing you
– go and get two chairs from the dining room,” the tall man said, his partner nodding
as he went off and returned with two high backed chairs. “Where are your jewels?”
“If I tell
you, what will you do?”
“Not hurt you
and your family – fair deal?”
Wanda nodded
as the tall man looked at Edith. “Sit
down,” he said as he waved at the chair, “and put your arms round the chair.”
“Please, mum,
do as he says,” Wanda said as Edith walked over, staring at the tall man as his
partner knelt behind her, and started to bind her wrists together with rope.
“You,” the
tall man said, “come with me, we’re going to your room.”
“You always
treat a lady like this,” Edith said as she felt the rope pulling her wrists together,
and then the wooden chair back as the intruder tied them to the centre spar of
the chair support.
“We always
make sure they cannot raise the alarm,” she heard him say as he passed rope
around her waist, and then pulled her back so that she was forced to sit
upright, the rope tied again to her wrists.
“What about
you girls, are you all right?”
Both Lesley
and Kristen nodded as more rope was wrapped around Edith’s upper body, securing
her to the chair before he walked in front of her, and held up another length
of cord, using it to bind her ankles and then take them to the right front leg of
the chair and tying them in place. He
used a final length of rope to bind her legs together below her knees, before
he stood up and looked at her.
“Proud of
yourself?”
“I think I’ve
done a good job,” he said as Wanda was pushed back into the room. Her wrists were already tied behind her back,
as she was made to sit in the second chair.
“Bind her,”
the tall man said as he put a large blue headscarf on Edith’s lap, and then
rolled a second bright yellow one into a thick band.
“Open your
mouth,” he said as he walked behind her, Edith grimacing before she slowed him
to pull the scarf between her lips, the taste of scent on the scarf as it
pressed on her tongue a different sensation again. She could feel the corners of her mouth been
pulled back as he secured the ends together at the base of her neck, and then
turned her head to watch as Wanda was secured to the second chair in the same
way as her.
Wanda could
feel her hands at the small of her back as she was forced against the wood, but
had to adjust as best she could, the ropes holding her firmly in place. As he legs were tied, she looked at the
masked man and said “so what happens now?”
“You shut
up,” he said as he rolled the blue scarf up, “and we go. Have a nice night.”
“Veryfnneeeeubstrd,”
Wanda exclaimed as the rolled up silk scarf was pulled into her mouth, and the
ends se cured at the base of her neck, before the men picked up two bags and
left. She looked round the room, saying
“hmgdddd,” as she tried to get free of her ropes.
“Dntwnddd –
tstttht.”
As her mother
and grandmother tried to talk, Lesley was trying to push the scarf out of her mouth,
without much success. Kristina was
starting to cry as she lay still, the ropes holding her arms and legs firmly in
place.
Eventually,
Lesley started to shuffle forward, the others watching as she lay flat on the
floor and then managed to kneel.
“Whtrudngg,”
Kristen said as Lesley turned herself round, and then stated to shuffle on her
knees across the room, her boots squeaking as they rubbed against each
other.
“Gttnfusfrrr,”
she mumbled as slowly, painfully, she inched across the floor and then made her
way behind her grandmother, Edith looking over her shoulder as she sat on her
thighs, and then brushed her scarf gagged mouth against Edith’s fingers.
“Gtcchh,” the
older woman mumbled as she edged her fingers round and under the lamb’s wool scarf,
Lesley nodding as she started to move her head round and Edith pulled as much
as she could.
It took
twenty minutes, but eventually Lesley coughed and said “thanks – I really need
a drink of water, but I think I need to get you freed first.”
Edith nodded
as Lesley started to pick at the knots above her wrists with her teeth, slowly
unravelling the knots until she managed to free her wrists from the chair back,
and then from each other.
She could see
the knot securing the rope around her grandmother’s upper body, so she picked
at the next, until it was loose enough to allow Edith to pull it off her, and
pull the yellow scarf from her mouth.
She looked at
the saliva stain that darkened the centre, and then said “good work
Lesley. You try and get your mother
loose, while I release myself.”
“Nnn –
nteehrncllplsss.”
“You sure?”
Wanda looked
at Kristen, who both nodded as Edith leaned forward and released her ankles,
before she worked the rope round and finally stood from the chair. She walked round and untied Lesley, before
going into the hallway.
“They’ve
pulled the phone from the wall – I’ll go next door,” she said as Lesley walked
over and pulled the plaster from her sister’s mouth.
“Thank god –
well done,” Kristen said as Wanda watched.
She could not be prouder of them – even if they had taken all her
jewels, the two most precious were safe.
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