Happy Families

Breakfast, interrupted.

“There you go is that enough milk for you?”

Eva looked up and slowly nodded, looking through her blue framed glasses.

“Eat up then.”

She lookd over at her mother, who nodded as she took a drink from her cup of coffee. Coral had long brown hair, which fell over the shoulder sof the blue denim jacket which she was wearing over a mustard-coloured jumper. The lower legs of her black pants were covered by her tan leather knee length boots her booted ankles now tied ot the frotnlegs of the chair she was sitting on with thin rope.

She looked over at Joy, the nine-year-old slowly starting to eat. She had long strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a long sleeved deep blue dress with black legings and high tan leather boots her nakles secured together with a length of the same thin cord.

“Why are theyu doing this, Mum,” her older daughter Bea asked. She also had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a denim jacket over a yellow otp, but her black jeans were tucked into the same style of high tan leather boots Eva was wearing. Like her younger sister, her ankles were also secured together with the rope, and alength of it ran from her ankles to the spar between th elesg of the chair.

“I don’t know, honey,” /Coral said quietly, “but they are in charge.” She looked over at Tony, her oldesty child, sho was starign at her and then at the men in the kitchen. He was wearing a bluer denim shirt and jeans with black shoes, but he also had a rolled-up towel pulled between his lips and tied round his head, as well as a black eye starting to develop on his left side.

He was angry. But his arms had been taken round the chair back, his wrists secured together and to the chair back, and the rope round his waist as well as his ankles and legs. He had stood up when the masked gang had come in and tried to protect his mother and as such, they had hit him, and made sure he was bound and silenced first.

“Why are you doing this,” Coral said as one of the men took her mug in his latex gloved hand.

“To make sure you can’t stop us,” was all he said as two others knelt down and started to bind the lesg of her daughters below their knees. She then had her wrmas taken round the chair back as well, before she felt the rope forcing her wrists together as they were tightly bound.

“But what have we done?”

“Wrong place, right time for us,” another man said as he bound Bea’s wrists together in front of her, and then tied them down to the rope under her knees. Eva finished her breakfast and took a drink, before the man secured her wrists in the same way and then said, “open wide.” As she did, he rolled up a clean napkin and tied that between her lips, securing the ends at the base of her neck.

He gagged Bea in the same way as Tony struggled in the chair, and then grunted as he looek droudn the table.

“Look, we need something to make us feel happier,” Corla said quietly, the man nodding before he gagged her as well, and then turned the radio on and changed the channel.

“And now on Radio 4, our Bank Holiday tribute to radio comedy starts with Jest a Minute.”

“Shldbhwhrs,” she mumbled as the cloth kept her quiet, the others listening and laughing a little at the jokes while one of the masked men guarded them

Oranges and Denim

You know, one thing about not being able to move or speak is it allows you to look and notice little things. Things like how tall Mary is now, or how much Betty is starting to look like Mum.

All three of them are sitting on the long seat, trying not to look scared and all of them are wearing some combination of orange, denim and leather. Mum’s wearing a long-sleeved top with orange, chocolate and range bands, blue jeans and brown ankle boots, while nine-year-old Betty is wearing a long-sleeved orange jumper and jeans, the legs tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots.

Actually, tell a lie while Mary is wearing a long-sleeved orange smock top and jeans, she is wearing white trainers, not leather shoes or boots.

They are alike in other ways, though and I don’t mean the glasses Mum and Betty wear. I mean the fact they are wriggling round in bands of silver, holding their wrists together behind their backs, and their arms to their sides. They also had bands of silver tape holding their ankles together, as well as their legs below and above their knees in Betty’s case, covering the tops of her boots as well.

Now I know what you must be asking why did I do this to them? Well, I didn’t remember I said I could not move or speak either? I’m sitting in an armchair, taped in the same way as them and like them, I have silver tape wound round my head to keep me quiet.

As to who did this well, I would like to ask the two clowns who did this, but the guns they had pointed at us when they told us to shut up and stand up kind of made that difficult as well.

And when I say clowns, I’m not joking they were both dressed as clowns, complete with the make up and they wasted no time in taping us up before one of them went to rob the place.

Which left one guarding us the one who is now making Danny laugh. My younger brother is only five, and I can see Mum and I both had the same thought. What was he going to do?

Danny was in the clothes he had gone to his friend’s house in a green t-shirt over a white top, jeans and brown trainers. The clown stroked his head as he looked at me, Mum and the girls and then nodded as the clown took the roll of silver tape and wrapped it round his waist and body so that his arms were kept against his sides, wrists to elbow.

He then taped his ankles and legs in the same way as us, before he put a strip of the tape over his mouth and then lifted him up and sat him on Mum’s lap. It almost looked as if he was smiling as he rubbed his head on Mum’s chest, and she gave him a kiss on the head.

That made me happy and the girls tried to talk to him as we kept him calm, kept him happy, and tried not to laugh that would be bad

Quiet Time

We do this every Saturday morning, and have done for a few months, as a treat if Fiona and Dawn finish all their homework early. My girls are ten and eight Fiona is the youngest, and she was wearing a white top with a pink heart on the front, a short blue skirt, white tights and black Ugg booties. Dawn was also wearing a white top, hers a longer one which came down to above her knees with a floral pattern on the front, black leggings and silver ballet slippers.

Anyway, the treat was they got to watch a Disney film in a special way one that I taught them, and I learned from my brothers when I was a young girl. So, I had them stand on front of me, with their hands behind their back, and used some white rope to tie their wrists together behind their backs.

It was rope I had prepared washed several times, got all the starch out, leave it soft but strong. So it kept their hands out of reach before I tied some round their arms and stomach, in a double of eight way.

Both girls were giggling as they twisted round, and then they sat on the floor, watching as I knelt down and used more of the rope to secure their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees. They loved being like this and loved it when I took two of my scarves, rolled them into bands, and gaged them as their lips closed over the material.

I asked them both if they were all right, and they nodded as I put the film on and went to sort out some washing before we all went out for lunch. I had already got dressed a long light grey cardigan over a grey top, jeans and knee length black leather boots.

As it is, however, that trip may have to wait thanks to the young man who surprised me in the kitchen, and sued some of the rope I had left in there to tie my wrists together behind my back, and my arms to my sides, much more tightly than I had done to the girls. He then rolled up another scarf and tied a knot in the middle before he gagged me with it.

He then walked me into the front room, the girls looking at me before I was made to sit down next to them, and they watched as the man tied my ankles together, as well as my legs below my knees. I looked at Dawn and Heather, and smiled as we sat and watched the film, while the guy well, at least he only robbed us.

He then started another film and left us there, trying to get free. If only I had left the scissors in the front room instead of the kitchen

Mum and me

Sophia and I were watching as the man started to get Mum ready for the challenge, we were all going to do. He had explained this was a fun game, and it would not hurt, and Mum had said she would go first, so we both watched as the man did something to make sure she had her hands held together behind her back.

I realized what that something was when I saw him pass some rope round her and pull her arms against her sides. Mum was wearing a black cowl necked top, and blue jeans tucked into burgundy red leather boots.

She smiled at us as he pulled the ropes tighter, and then we watched her lie face down on the bed as he crossed and tied more rope round her ankles, and then another band round her legs below her knees before he pulled her ankles back and tied them to the ropes round her arms.

She turned her head and smiled at us and then the smile was covered with sicking plaster, before the man told Sophia to walk over. My sister is eleven, and was wearing a black cardigan over a whitetop, blue leggings and over the knee black leather boots with a zip up the outside.

She looked at Mum and smiled as the man made sure her hands and arms were secured in the same way, and then she lay in the middle of the bed, me watching as talked to Mum, and Mum tried to talk to her all the time the man making sure she was as tightly tied, and then pressing the plaster down over her mouth as well.

They were both wriggling now, and I heard this squeaking sound as he came round to my side and took my hands behind my back. I’m a year younger, and was wearing a black hoodie over a shirt, jeans and brown shoes but the rope was tight and rubbed on my wrists as he pulled it tighter.

I then felt my arms as they were pressed against my side- as if Dad was giving me a great big hug and when he had finished, I really could not do more than twist round. He helped me to lie face down next to Sophia, and I looked back as he secured my ankles and legs, then tied my ankles to the ropes round my chest as well.

I could feel the heels of my shoes with my fingers, but then I also felt the tug on the skin round my mouth as sticking plaster was pressed down over it as well. I looked at Mum and Sophia, and I could tele we were all doing the same thing.

We were smiling and getting ready for the challenge he had set us. To get free -eventually

Happy family

They took care of Mum an Dad first three of them, one of them covering us with a gun as the other two made them sit back to back and tied their wrists together, their ankles, their legs, their bodies - and then wound white tape round their heads so that they were held together there as well.

And then they looked at us. I’m one of three sisters, the oldest at sixteen I’m Zoe, Alex is fifteen, and Nancy is eleven. We were sitting on the couch, our hands on our laps as we tried not to show how scared we were and then one of the men helped Nancy to stand up and turn round., She was wearing a cap sleeved blacktop, black pants and grey felt slouch boots and a red bow in her blonde hair, as well as a worried look as her hands were taken behind her back, and I saw the rope before it was used to make sure she could not bring them round again.

She just looked at us as the man then used more rope to keep her arms against her sides, tied round her waist and her upper arms, and then a long, wide length of white tape was pressed down over her mouth. She tried to talk to us, but all we heard was a mumble and we both laughed at the way her lips moved under the white covering.

She then sat down next to me as he ordered Alex to stand up. She was wearing a dark grey woollen top over a white vest, jeans and grey Ugg boots with big buttons on the side but a few minutes later, she was just like Nancy, the white tape stretched over her jaw and the shape of her lips clearly visible under it.

For some reason, she was smiling as well, and as I slowly stood up, I saw that Mum and Dad were looking at us and they were smiling as well. So when I was turned round and I felt the rope on my wrists, I figured I had nothing to be scared of as well. I was wearing. red sweater and. jeans were tucked into knee length scruffy black leather boots but as I was tied up and then gagged, I was strangely happy for some reason.

I sat with my sisters as one by one the man used more rope and where did they get so much rope to bind our ankles tightly together, my boots squeaking and the material for my sister seeming to get lighter under the tight band of rope. They also tied or legs together below our knees, and then before they left, they turned the radio on loud.

We all sat there for a few minutes, wondering what we were going to do, before Nancy pushed herself off the couch, stood for a minute, and then started to dance as she stood there. Not really dance, but twist and move around in time to the music. Alex and I looked at each other, and then we managed to stand up and dance with our sister. Mum and Dad just watched us, and then they shook their heads Mum shook hers and Dad had no choice as we heard their muffled laughter, added to by our own

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