Postby KP Presents » Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:12 am
I sat down on the bed and watched as Rachel put the things we would need into a drawstring bag, before I said “I was listening to the news this morning on the radio, and they said Debbie Dee was still missing.”
“The family still have had no word?”
“They didn’t say, but her mother sounded upset before we left. I mean, to snatch her from a public place?”
“I know – she must be close to the book store, but to have heard nothing.”
“How much do you think they have asked for as a ransom?”
“A lot I imagine,” I said as Rachel sat down, “given nothing has been said. So how do you think they’ll have her tied up?”
“Properly the way you are, and I’m going to be,” Rachel giggled, “to make sure she can’t escape.”
“I don’t know,” I said as I shook my head, “Remember when those men snatched us from the park, and we ended up at that house across town?”
“Oh yeah – you had to teach them what to do, and then Jay Edwards turned up!”
“Exactly – the times we have been kidnapped, we ended up teaching them what to do. We even taught Jay Edwards a thing or two the first time we met him – well, Cassie did I suppose, but I helped.”
“I’ll never forget that weekend – it was the first time I was really tied up as well,” Rachel said with a sigh.
“Anyway, I bet you Debbie would not know what to do to escape – chances are she’s as well tied up as she was on the show.”
“So they think the fact she’s scared out of her wits would be enough,” Rachel said, “that actually makes...”
The ringing of the doorbell made her jump up, me laughing and shaking my head as she rand own the stairs, and came back up with our good, good friend Charlie Williamson. He was wearing a black and white rugby shirt and jeans, shaking his head as he came in and said “So, why exactly did I have to rush round here?”
“We need your help,” I said, “the two of us want to go to the Cottrell’s farm – but we want to walk there with our arms tied and gagged.”
“Ooookay,” Charlie said, “so let’s run through things. Arms tied?”
“That’s right,” Rachel said, “you cover us both up with the ponchos after you tie me in the same way I tied Patty.”
“Well, that would work,” Charlie said as he stroked his chin, “gagged in public?”
“Well,” I said, “we carry what we need in the bag, and then when we get to the start of the path, you gag us there.”
“And then we all walk to the farm?”
“No – we walk to the farm, you go home,” I said as I looked at him.
“That I’m not sure about,” Charlie said as he looked at us.
“Oh come on, Charles Edward Williamson,” Rachel said as she looked at him, “are you saying we can’t do it?”
“Oh I know you can both do it, Rachel Annabelle Rigg,” Charlie said, “I just don’t know if I should.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
He looked at Rachel, then smiled as he said “all right then – let’s get you ready,” Rachel grinning as he said this. Honestly, the way he speaks to us sometimes, you feel as if you would let him do anything...
“All right, here we are,” Charlie said a few minutes later as we got to the path through the woods. Both Rachel and I had the ponchos he had placed over us, covering our arms, while we had been talking about our plans for the next few weeks. “Let’s duck in here and I’ll get you ready.”
We walked into the trees, and then off to one side as Charlie opened the bag, and took out first two folded cloths. “Right – any last words.”
“Thank you for doing this Charlie,” Rachel said as she looked at him. I rolled my eyes and said “yeah, thanks” before we both opened our mouths, and he gently pushed the cloths into our mouths, and made sure sat behind our teeth. He then took two strips of towelling, tied knots in the middle, and used them as cleave gags to keep the cloths in place.
I have to admit, it gave me thrill as Charlie then found the white tape, and wound it tightly round our mouths, making us more and more silent. I looked at Rachel, and saw that she had her eyes closed, humming to herself as he wound the white tape round.
The silver duct tape was next, the white edges on either side, and then he folded scarves in the same colour as our dresses and tied them around our heads as well.
“Okay – that should do the job,” he said as he kissed Rachel on the cheek, her muffled giggle the only response as she wriggled round. “Now, are you two sure you are going to be all right?”
We both nodded as we turned and re-joined the path, walking down as Charlie watched, for a moment, shaking his head. I mean, it wasn’t as if we hadn’t walked down this path countless times ourselves – both free and bound and gagged. It’s just we wanted to do this this way, by ourselves, for the first time. I bet even Cassie had not done it on her own!
The path was cool as we walked along, trying to talk to each other, but at the point where the path turns to the right I stopped and looked round for a moment. Rachel looked at me, and mumbled “whtrufnkn?”
I was looking to my left, at a little gap in the trees. There was a small grass covered path there, but we had never tried to find out where that path led. After all, why would we when we were on our way to the farm?
As Cassie says, however, if I was a cat I would have used up at least seven of my lives, so I looked at Rachel and said “Wnntsplr?”
“Hnnn – cmmnn,” she mumbled as she turned and started to walk down the path – and then turned round to see me looking down the narrow path.
“Cmmnn,” I mumbled as I indicated the path, and then started to walk down it, Rachel shaking her head as she came after me. The path was just wide enough for us to walk single file, and there were high bushes on either side, some of the branches brushing against our faces as we walked along. The gags, however, meant all we felt was the brushing and nothing else.
As we walked along, we came across a few fences that seemed to block the way, but as we got closer we could see gaps that had been put in the fence to allow people to pass through, so we moved sideways through them. The path, however, just seemed to keep going on and on, so we kept going. I know I was excited to see where it led, even if we were discovered now...
After about half an hour, the path opened out onto what looked like a farm road, and as we both turned to the left we could see an old farmhouse a few yards further up.
“Wnddrrhlfsthr,” I heard Rachel say, and I had to admit I was curious as well – but we had a more immediate problem. The hedge on the other side of the road had no gap, and there was always the possibility we could be seen.
“Cnttgnefrfr,” I mumbled, “bsttrrnbk.”
Rachel nodded and we turned to go back down the path – but then she looked at me, as we both heard a vehicle coming down that road. We both went back into the trees, and sat behind a bush to watch. We could see the whole road up to the house through the bush itself, Rachel and me controlling our breathing as a black transit van drove down to the house.
As we looked, the van stopped, and two men came out. They were big men, and looked strong, both of them wearing black leather jackets, but there was something funny about their heads – it was only as they turned round after closing the doors that both Rachel and I saw they were wearing ski masks!
One of them went to the door of the house, while the other one walked round and opened the doors of the van. I watched as a third man came out with the first one, and between them they took something out of the van.
No – someone, someone wearing a blue long sleeved dress, dark tights and black ankle boots, someone with rope holding her ankles together, and her hands behind her back, someone with tape covering her mouth, but looking at her I knew I could get it off in a matter of minutes.
Someone with long red hair...
“Ptteee,” Rachel said beside me, “ssntnthtdbbide?”
I nodded, because I had recognised her as well – it was Debbie Dee!
We watched as the men carried her into the house, and then came back out, one of them getting into the back of the van as the other two went in the front. We watched as they turned the van round, and then made their way back down the road.
“Hmggddd – wndndtllsmn,” Rachel said as she looked at me, but I had been doing the sums in my head. Two men in the van had driven up, and a third in the house – and three had driven away. Which meant they had left Debbie in the house, probably tightly bound and gagged so she could not raise the alarm...
“Nddnntgn,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes as I looked out and saw the van going down the road. I motioned to her to follow me, and then started to make my way up the road towards the farmhouse.
“Ndddlstphrr,” Rachel mumbled, but she followed me as we walked slowly up to the house. It was an old two storey home, and as we both walked round the outside we could see the windows were dirty, and old heavy curtains were drawn on the inside, covering the glass panes.
“Frdnlee,” Rachel mumbled, as I kept walking round, and we eventually came to the back door. I looked at Rachel, she looked at me, and mumbled “hcmmnnuwldnnttt...” But I did, as I lifted my foot and very gently pushed on the door.
The last thing I expected was for the door to open, creaking slightly as it moved inwards. We looked at each other, and there was that understanding that only comes from good friends who trust each other. Rachel nodded, turned to walk down the path – and I swear, I could hear her sigh of exasperation as I made my way into the house.
She followed me in, however, as we went through a kitchen and into a hallway. There were a few doors that went off, and we looked in a dining room, what looked like a living room with couches, seats and a television, and then a room that had a ping pong table set up inside.
“wntwgm?”
I looked at Rachel, who was shaking her head and giggling, before we went out of the room and looked at the front door. There was a staircase to one side, so we both started to walk up, the stairs creaking slightly as we did so.
When we reached the top of the stairs, we could see a bathroom on the left hand said, and the hallway with doors going off. We could hear noises behind one, so I backed up and pushed the door in...
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