This story is loosely based on an idea I had whilst watching a daytime t.v. program here in the UK called "The Sheriffs Are Coming"
Chapter 1
Sixteen year old Becky Thompson lives in a small terraced house with her mum, since her father left them a few years ago. Her mum works long hours at the local bakery in Denton to pay the ever mounting bills and debts and help pay for Becky’s college education.
Very early one morning while Becky was home alone as her mum had already left to start work 6am. Becky had just come out of shower and was drying herself when she heard a loud knock the front door.
“Who the hell is that at this time? Maybe they’ll go away.” The pretty blonde said out loud.
Whoever it was weren’t going to go away as the knocking continued.
Becky rushed to put on a t shirt and her white NIKE tracksuit over her bra and panties. The loud knocking continued as she rushed down stairs.
“All right, all right I’m coming; don’t break the bloody door down.” She called out.
She partly opened the front door keeping the security chain on, where she saw two tall women both dressed identically in black leather trousers and a black leather jacket, both were in their late twenties to early thirties one had short blonde hair and the other had long black hair brushed back into a ponytail.
The dark haired woman pushed two ID cards through the gap in the door for Becky to see.
“My name is Sharron Judd, and this is my colleague Lynn Stevens we’re High Court enforcement officers we’re here today looking for Mrs Elaine Thompson with regards to an unpaid store card from Beaton’s Superstores.
“That’s my mum she’s at work.” The shocked girl replied.
“Can we come in and maybe you can get your mum on the phone for us.” Sharron replied.
“No way, I’m not letting bailiffs in here.” Becky said trying sound assertive.
“You don’t understand dear, we’re not bailiffs we have far more authority than bailiffs we have a writ from the High Court" The woman said showing Becky a piece of paper
"We are here today to collect payment of two thousand six hundred and forty three pounds or seize goods to that value. We have the power to force entry if we need too. Now don’t be a silly girl let us in and we can speak to your mum on the phone, we can quite easily break down this door if we need to I’m sure your mum wouldn’t want to pay for a new door on top of what she already owes would she?” She continued
“My mum doesn’t have that kind of money, and you won’t find anything here of that value.
“We’ll be the judge of that. Let us in or I’ll fetch the door breaker from the van.” Lynn whose patience was wearing thin told her.
“Very well.” Becky replied taking the chain off the door and letting the two women in.
“What’s your name dear?” Sharron asked.
“Becky.” The girl replied.
“Does your mum have a mobile phone Becky?”
“Yes she has my old iPhone.” Becky replied.
“Give me her number and I’ll explain everything to her.”
Becky did as she was told and Sharron phoned her mum, as she did this Lynn took a clipboard and pen from her briefcase and began searching the house for items they could sell auction.
Becky watched and listened as Sharron who seemed to be in charge spoke to her mum on the phone. After a while the officer ended the call.
“Well just as we expected she says she’s unable to pay us today, so we’re left with no other option but to start seizing goods. Lynn what have you found?”
“Not a lot really, a laptop computer and an iPad.”
“You can’t take those they’re mine I need them for my college work.” Becky cried out.
“A few bits of crappy jewellery and that’s about it, the television, hi.fi and DVD player aren’t worth a great deal and not worth taking. What we have is nowhere near enough to cover the debt.” Lynn continued ignoring Becky.
“That leaves us with a problem doesn’t it? How old are you Becky?” Sharron asked.
“Err sixteen, why you asking?” The puzzled girl replied.
“Lynn there is one thing in here we could seize and would raise more than enough money at auction to cover the debt.”
“What’s that?” Becky asked.
“You my pretty, a pretty young thing like you would bring a good price at the slave auctions.” Lynn replied grabbing hold of the shocked girl.
“NOOOOMMMMPPPPHHHH!” Becky cried but Lynn clasped her hand tightly over her mouth stifling her screams.
Becky struggled to free herself but the small girl was no match for the much bigger stronger woman.
“Lie her down on the sofa while I restrain her.” Sharron who was taking a number of coils of rope from her briefcase instructed her colleague.
Lynn forced the struggling crying girl over to the sofa and pushed her face down onto it, burying her face into one of the throw cushions, she held her hand firmly on the back of Becky’s head keeping her face buried in the cushion muffling her cries and screams.
While Lynn held Becky still Sharron pulled her hands behind her back and crossed her wrists before binding them tightly together.
“You’re the only officer I work with that still uses rope all the rest of us use the handcuffs issued to us these days.” Lynn said as she watched Sharron work.
“I know but this way is much more fun don’t you think?” Sharron said with a smile.
Once Becky’s wrists were bound tightly together behind her back Sharron instructed Lynn to sit her up before she suffocated.
“Crazy bitches this is kidnapimmmppphhhin.” Lynn cut Becky off in midsentence by clasping her hand tightly over her mouth again as they sat the girl up.
“Keep her quiet, while I find something to gag her with.” Sharron told her colleague.
“There’s a ball gag in my briefcase.” Lynn replied.
“You should know me better than that by now Lynn.” Sharron said again with a grin as she left the room.
It wasn’t long before Sharron returned carrying what Becky instantly recognized as a handful her mum’s silk scarves; she placed the scarves on Becky’s lap. She then took one of the scarves and scrunched it up into a tight ball.
“Open up Becky.” Sharron said holding the scrunched up scarf to Becky’s mouth once Lynn had removed her hand.
Becky clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.
“Come on Becky don’t be silly.” Sharron told her.
Lynn who wasn’t renowned for her patience grabbed a huge handful of Becky’s shoulder length blonde hair and gave it a good hard tug causing the girl to cry out; this allowed Sharron to stuff the scarf into Becky’s mouth. Lynn then held her hand firmly over Becky’s mouth again to stop her spitting the scarf out while Sharron neatly folded another scarf into a thin band; she placed the centre of the band between Becky’s lips and tied the two loose ends very tightly behind her head. Sharron then took a third scarf which she folded into a wider band and tied this very tightly over Becky’s already gagged mouth.
“You finish off here while I fetch the sign from the van.” Sharron told Lynn passing her two of the coils of rope.
Sharron left leaving Lynn to bind Becky’s ankles and knees very tightly together. Sharron returned a couple of minutes later carrying a large piece of white card with some writing on it, which she placed on Becky.
Written on the card was SEIZED in big letters across the top, underneath read.
I am now the property of the High Court you have 48 hours to pay the sum of £2643 or I will be sold at the slave auctions to raise money to cover the outstanding debt.
Sharron then made a short video and took a number of photographs of Becky in this position which she then sent to her mum, within minutes Sharron’s phone began to ring.
“Mrs Thompson I’ve been expecting you to call.” Sharron said answering the call.
“LET MY DAUGHTER GO RIGHT NOW.” Mrs Thompson raged.
“I’m sorry Mrs Thompson that isn’t possible; I warned you we are here to seize goods to cover your debt as there are no goods in the house that meet the value of the debt. The high court also gives us the power to seize any members of your family if need be, provided they would bring a good price at the slave auctions and I’m sure a pretty little thing like Becky would be very popular in the auction room. You still have forty eight hours to pay your debt or go back to court to agree a repayment plan.”
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS. Please let my daughter go she has nothing to do with my debts.”
“You have forty eight hours, Mrs Thompson.” Sharron said in a no nonsence tone before ending the call.
Sharron then switched her attention back to Becky who was now in floods of tears, she took the final scarf she had brought from her mum’s room and also folded that into a long band which tied over Becky’s tear filled eyes.
“The place you are about to be taken to must remain a secret for security reasons.” She told the terrified girl as she knotted the blindfold.
“Put her in the van.” Sharron told her colleague.
Lynn had no problem picking Becky up and throwing her over her shoulder and carrying her out to their van.
The terrified sobbing girl was dumped in the back of the transit type van and Lynn climbed in with her. Lynn secured Becky's bound wrists with more rope to a metal ring that was fixed to the side of the van.
"Enjoy the ride honey." She teased before getting out and joining Sharron in the front of the van.
Becky heard the engine start up and the van drove off, with all kind of thoughts going through the terrified girl's mind, Where were they taking her? Would her mum be able to raise the money to save her from going to auction?