Postby jennybond » Mon Oct 01, 2012 2:41 pm
Chapter 2
Poppy took Becky to the top of a hill which overlooked Ma Bakers farm, and just as Becky suspected Miss Badcock’s car was parked outside.
“Shouldn’t we call the police?” Poppy asked.
“And tell them what? We have no evidence.” Becky replied.
“She tied you up, that must be a crime.”
“No they’ll never believe us she’s highly respected teacher they’ll never take our word against hers, I have to get some evidence. Do you have a phone with a camera on it? The bitch took mine when she tied me up.”
“Yes.” Poppy replied pulling an iPhone from the pocket of her shorts.
“Good, can I borrow it to get some photos then we’ll go to the police.”
“You’re crazy, what if they catch you?”
“I’ll be fine they’ll never catch me, I’ll in and out in a flash, give me your phone.”
Poppy reluctantly handed Becky her iPhone.
“You be careful, and come straight back.” She told her new friend.
Poppy watched through her binoculars as Becky went down to the farm, crept around the grounds of the farm looking in all the building until she found a stone shed like building which contained a lot of plants the like of which she’d never seen before, she guessed these must be the drug plants Poppy spoke about and began taking photos with her camera phone, pleased with her evidence she was about to leave she heard a voice behind her.
“Hey, what you doing?”
She spun around to see a woman who was probably in her mid twenties with long dirty blonde hair, dressed in dirty blue jeans and a dirty white t shirt pointing a double barrel shotgun in her direction.
“Errr nothing I was on walk and got lost, I was just photographing your unusual plants what are they?” Becky replied thinking quickly
“Ma come out here.” The woman called out.
The woman was soon joined by a dirty scruffy grey haired lady who was wearing a dirty stained pink nylon overall over her clothes, and a younger equally dirty scruffy blonde woman dressed similar to the woman with the shotgun, Becky guessed they were Ma Baker and the other daughter, Miss Badcock followed behind them.
“Rebecca Story how on earth did you get free?” Miss Badcock cried out in shock seeing the frightened girl standing before them.
“You know her Amy?” Ma Baker asked.
“Yes she’s the girl I told you I left tied up in the old farmhouse.”
“Is she alone?” Ma Baker asked her daughter.
“I think so.” The girl replied
“She can’t be there must be someone with her, that’s not her phone in her hand I have her phone right here.” Miss Badcock said pulling
Becky’s phone from her pocket.
“Girls search the grounds; we’ll take care of this one.” Ma Baker told her daughters.
Miss Badcock pulled her pistol from her pocket.
“I should have put a bullet in her pretty head back at that old farmhouse.” She hissed.
“No wait, we have contacts across the Irish sea who would pay good money for a pretty young thing like her. I’ll have one of the girls make the arrangements when they return with the other one, until then we’ll lock her in the cellar.” Ma Baker replied.
From her vantage point on the hill Poppy watched as Ma Baker and Miss Badcock took Becky into the house, she guessed the two daughters were coming looking for her and decided to run to the village for help. She ran down the lane as fast as she could, after she’d been running for a while she spotted a pickup truck coming her way and decided to flag it down and try and get a lift into the village which was still miles away. She was relieved when the truck slowed down for her but her relief soon turned to fear as she saw Ma Bakers daughters inside.
“Need a ride Poppy?” One of the daughters asked.
“No I’m fine.” Poppy replied
“Get in we’re going your way.”
“No I’m fine honest.”
“My sister said get in.” The other woman said pointing her shotgun at Poppy through the window.
The sister that was driving climbed out of the truck with a coil of rope in her hand while the other one kept her shotgun fixed on the frightened girl. Poppy’s arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists tied together, then the bigger stronger woman effortlessly picked her up and threw her unto the back of the truck and climbed up after her, very soon Poppy was lying tightly hogtied on the back of the truck, the woman took a dirty white rag from her pocket and stuffed it the sobbing girls mouth.
“Pass me that roll of tape in the glove box she called to her sister.”
The other sister climbed out of the truck and handed her a roll of silver tape
“Nice job dear.” She said seeing the hogtied girl
A number of layers of the tape were stuck over Poppy’s stuffed mouth, before they drove back to the farmhouse.
“We found her Ma it’s that Ryland girl from up the lane.” One of the sisters said to Ma Baker who waiting outside the house with Miss Badcock.
“Good girls, put her in the cellar with the other one.” Ma Baker replied.
Poppy was released from her hogtie but they still kept her bound hand and foot as one of the sisters threw her over her shoulder and carried her down to the cellar where Becky sat on the cold stone floor her hands were tied tightly behind her back, rope also bound her ankles, knees, and thighs tightly together, a cloth had been stuffed in her mouth this was held in place by a red and white checked tea towel which had been tied tightly between her teeth. Poppy was roughly placed on the floor next to Becky and the sisters added more rope to her knees and thighs so she was tied in a similar way to Becky, before leaving switching the light off leaving the girls in darkness. After a while they heard the door being unlocked and light was switched on, Miss Badcock walked down the steps accompanied by Ma Baker. Miss Badcock stood in front of Becky and leaned over her.
“You’ve caused me a huge problem Rebecca, how am I going to explain your sudden disappearance to Miss Conway and the other girls back at camp? And more importantly what I am I going to tell your parents? I don’t know but I’m sure I can think of something as I drive back.”
On that note she stood up again and the two of them left again switching the light off leaving the girls in total darkness.
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