Hell
“Get the
hell out of my house and don’t come back!”
It had been a
week now since his father had thrown him out of the house, and ten days since he
lost his job after that last argument with his boss. He had been an idiot, hew knew it, but the man had insulted his sister
For a few days
he had lived with friends, but he knew they were going on a trip, and he could
not stay there anymore. That had left him with a choice either live on the
streets, or do something he had thought of before, but never really had the
courage to go through with.
Until now. As
he stood across the road and looked at the semi-detached house, he smiled to
himself. The family of the head of the company he used to work for lived there
it was only justice that he paid his first visit of his new career to them.
As he rubbed
his chin, he remembered a chat with his mother in a nearby caf
that morning
“Thanks Mum,”
he said as he looked at the two bags on the floor. “That bastard kicked me out
with nothing at least I have some things to wear now.”
“I wish I
could have got you more,” his mother said as she sat on the other side of the
table, the legs of her jeans tucked into clack knee length boots, the white
jumper under a black gilet, “but “
“No I don’t
want him mad at you or Kerry as well as me. You’ve done more than enough Mum,”
he said as he drank from the mug.
“But you are
certain this is the only way you can earn some money or get some money? You’re
going to break the law “
“Mum what
use have I got for the law now? If I am going to break the law, I had better
make a success of it so thanks for getting me what I asked for. Was it much
trouble?”
“No I did
what you asked me, went to different stores to get things. There’s a mobile
phone in the bag as well call me once you have done this?”
“I will give
me love to Kerry “
“Promise me
you won’t actually hurt anyone either I know you may have to threaten them, but
“
“Don’t’;
worry Mum nobody is going to get hurt. I can be persuasive when I need to be.”
“All right.
Good luck son “
He looked
across the road again one bag he had left in a Left Luggage locker at the
station, he would collect it later once he had done what he needed to do. With
any luck, he’d be able to book into a hotel for a couple of nights, get some
sleep, some food, and plan his next move.
He knew what
was needed to tie someone up in better days, he and his mother had played tie-up
games but to do this for real was a new experience. But he was also dressed for
the job- a black leather jacket, a dark jumper and jeans, black shoes. He only
needed to put on the latex gloves, and fix the eye mask in place, and he would
be ready.
Opening the
bag, he put one thing in the pocket of his jacket, and then pulled the gloves
over his hands before he picked the bag up, and walked quickly across the road
“So where is
that husband if yours today,” Janice Barton said as she sipped from her coffee
cup.
“On a business
trip again,” her daughter Yvonne Black said with a sigh. She was in her late
thirties and was wearing a grey dress with a yoke collar and a wide black
leather belt round her waist, black stilettos on her feet. Janice was wearing a
sheer white top over a white vest, white jeans and grey slippers.
“Another one?
Is he “
“Who knows,”
Yvonne said as she put her cup down. “I’ll find out one of these -now who can
that be?”
Both women
heard the knock on the door as Janice said, “you had better go and see who it
is in that case.”
Yvonne out her
cup down and walked to the front door. As she opened it, she was surprised to
see a young man standing there, a black mask over his eyes and dressed in black
while he held a bag in his gloved hand.
“Can I help
you?”
“You can,” the
man said, “I am Hell and I here to rob you today.”
“I beg your
pardon?”
“My name is
Hell, and I am going to rob you.”
“I don’t think
so,” Yvonne said as she started to close the door -and then she was taken by
surprise as he pushed his way in and pressed her against the wall. She saw him
drop the bag and take a knife out of his pocket, as he growled “I ‘m not
kidding Lady I am robbing you today, whether or not you like it.”
Yvonne was
shocked at how strong he was, as he continued “now, I don’t care if I am young
to you I am determined, and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do.
Is that understood?” He looked at her as Yvonne slowly nodded, and then said “good
close that door, and then put your hands in the air. Don’t try to call for help
you will regret it.”
Yvonne slowly
walked over and closed the door, then turned as he said, “put your hands in the
air, and then walk into the front room.”
“Who was it,”
Janice said as she looked to the doorway, and then she saw Yvonne
walk in with her hands in the air, and the masked young man with the
knife as he followed her in. “What the “
“Don’t say a
word lady just sit there, with your hands in the air where I can see them as
well.” As Janice raised her hands in the air, she said “who are you? What do
you want?”
“He says his
name is Hell and he’s going to rob me,” Yvonne said, Janice looking at the
young man as he said, “and who are you?”
“This lady’s
mother,” Janice replied quietly. “Just go, we won’t stop you.”
“Lady, your
daughter told you I am going to rib her. IF you have a problem with that tough.”
“Mum?”
“All right,”
Janice said as Yvonne sat down, and he sat in an armchair, the bag by his feet.
“Look,” he said
quietly, “I’m sorry if I scared either of you, but I am deadly serious I am
going to rob this house, and as such I have to make sure everyone in the house
strays in this room.”
“What exactly
are you going to do?”
“She,” he said
as he looked at Yvonne, “is going to come round the house with me. You and
anyone else in the house, anyone else who turns up, are going to be tied up and
so is she once we are done.”
“For how long?”
“I’ll leave
when it is safe to do so no more questions now,” he said quietly. “I have to do
this to survive, it’s as simple as “
“Mummy, who was
at the door?”
He, Janice and
Yvonne looked to the door as two young girls came in. One was eleven years old,
with long curled blonde hair, and was wearing a brown top with capped sleeves
and faded blue jeans. The other girl was nine years old, with long straight
blonde hair, and was wearing a red top with elbow length sleeves and dark bleu jeans with wide cuffs. They looked at the masked man,
as Yvonne said “no, please, not my girls “
“What are your
names?”
“I’m Gail,” the
older girl said, “and this is Suzie. Who are you?”
“My name is
Hell,” the young man said, “and as I was saying to your mother, I need to tie
anyone who is in the house up while I rob you.”
“Please, don’t
tie them up,” Janice said, “they won’t raise the alarm.”
“EVERYONE!” He
only raised his voice slightly, but as he looked at Gail and Suzie he thought
of Kerry. He then stood up and knelt in front of the girls. “Look I need to do
this, but it is to make sure I can get away today. Just stay calm, do as I say,
and you’ll be all right. Got it?”
Both
of them slowly
nodded as he said “good go and be with your mother and grandmother, they can
hug you.” Gail and Suzie walked over and let Yvonne and Janice hug them, as he
opened the bag and took out some lengths of rope.
“We’ll start
with you two put your hands behind your back.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not the way I
do it,” he said to Gail as he took her wrists behind her ack, and then tied
them tightly together with the first length of rope. He then passed a length of
rope round her body in a double figure of eight and tied her arms against her
sides.
“You really
have to do this,” Suzie said quietly as he started to tie her wrists behind her
back.
“Yes, I do don’t
worry, you will still be able to talk to your gran and mother for a while,” he
said as he tied the ropes round her arms, and then stood up. Sit in the
armchairs and push yourselves back.”
Janice and
Yvonne watched as they did this, and then as Hell took more ropes, and tied
their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees. They both
squirmed round as he looked at them, and then looked at the adults.
“Your handbags,
purses, phones, jewellery give them to me now.”
Both women
slowly removed their watches, earrings and other jewellery, and then placed
them in the sack Hell was holding before they handed over their phones and
their handbags.
“Is this
everything?”
“Yes,” Janice
said as he took more ropes from the bag and walked behind her.
“Good hands
behind your back.” The girls and Yvonne watched as he crossed and bound her
wrists tightly together behind her back, and then wound a longer rope round her
body, her top stretched over her chest by the two bands as her arms were forced
against her sides.
She then
watched as he knelt in front of her and crossed her ankles, securing them
tightly together and then her legs below her knees before he stood up.
“Right come
with me,” he said as he looked at Yvonne, the mother slowly standing up as
Janice looked at her granddaughters.
“Will you at
least turn the television on, let us watch something if we are going to be like
this?”
Hell nodded as
he turned on the television, and then took Yvonne by the arm as he walked into
the hallway and pulled the internet box from the wall.
“Why did you do
that?”
“VOP phone now
nobody can call you,” her said quietly as he made her walk up the stairs. “Which
one is the master bedroom?”
“That door
there.” Yvonne indicated a door and watched as he opened it, and then walked
her in before he made her sit on the edge of the bed.
“Now, make it
easy on yourself where do I look first?”
Yvonne looked round
as she came back into the front room, her wrists now bound behind her back and
the bands of rope forcing her arms against her sides. She sat next to Janice as
Hell let the bag drop to the floor, the rattling sound making the girls giggle,
and then he started to bind their mother’s ankles and legs together.
“I need to go
to the toilet. Mum.”
Hell finished
binding Yvonne’s legs, and then went over to Gail, removing the rope from round
her legs as he helped her to stand up and then jump out of the room. When he
came back, he re-tied her legs and left the room.
“Gail, did he “
“No Mum he
pulled my pants down, let me do the toilet, and then pulled them back up. That’s
all.”
Yvonne let out
a sigh as he came back with two juice cartons, each with a straw in them and
let the two girls have a drink.
“Why are you
doing this,” Suzie asked quietly, “and is your name really Hell?”
“Not really, no”
the masked man said as he sat in a spare chair. “Look, I’m homeless, no way to
support myself -life for me at the moment is quite literally Hell, so I took
that name.”
“So, you tie us
up because you have no other way?”
“No so thank
you for not calling for help or struggling.” He stood up and checked the ropes
on each of them, before he sat back down and said, “it won’t be long until it
is dark I will leave then.”
As he turned
the room light on, Hell said “I need to make sure none of you can raise the
alarm. Just keep calm, and breath through your nose, all right?”
“All right,” Janice
said, “me first so they know there is nothing to fear.” Hell stood up and took
a roll of duct tape from his bag, tearing several strips off and pressing them
over Janice’s mouth as the others watched.
“Mum?”
“Hthshslrht,” Janice mumbled as her lips moved under the
tape, and she watched as he gagged Yvonne in the same way and then used single
long strips of tape to keep Gail and Suzie silent. They both nodded and said “fhnkuh” as he put the tape in the bag and picked it up.
“Fhnnkuh” Yvonne said as he left them in the chairs, looking
at each other as he saw the eyes of her daughters slowly start to close
“Good stuff
this,” the man said as they stood in the back office.
“I was told you’d
give a good price I’ve kept the money and cut up the credit cards.”
“Wise move,”
the man said, “they are traceable, money is not. So I will see you again?”
“I think so,”
he said quietly as he watched the man count out the money, and then took it.
“I’m always a
phone call away.”
“Thanks.” He
said as he left and walked out of the shop, and then onto the high street.
Heading to the station, he retrieved his second bag and put the first one in,
and then walked to the Travelodge across the road.
Thirty minutes
later, he stepped out of the shower and put on a t-shirt and shorts before he
looked at his phone and pressed on the contact.
“Hello?”
“Mum it’s me.”
“Thank the lord
is everything all right?”
“No problems I
didn’t hurt anyone except to tie them up and keep them quiet with tape, but I
got enough to keep me going for a couple of weeks. How’s Kerry?”
“Asleep I’m
glad it wasn’t too bad for you and them. Call me tomorrow, all right?”
“Of course,
Mum,” he said as he ended the call, and then lay down
“Janice? Are
you and Yvonne still here?”
Yvonne
recognised her father’s voice as she called out “HNHNHRRHDHD!”
She watched as
her father walked in, and saw the two women struggling in the ropes, and his
granddaughters, bound, gagged and asleep on the chairs. He ran over and peeled
the tape from Janice’s mouth, waiting as she worked her jaw and said “call the
police, and then get us free “
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