Postby jennybond » Sat Mar 28, 2015 12:38 pm
Chapter 2.
Mrs Cooper checked Chelsea’s bonds before telling her she had to return to the cellar to prepare some orders for shipment.
With Mrs Cooper gone once more Chelsea tried to free herself and once more her struggles were futile, all she could do was sit and stare at the clock on the wall which now read just past two thirty, or at the door to the back garden in hope it would it burst open and someone come rushing in to rescue her, but she knew the likelihood of that happening was zero, every so often throughout the afternoon Mrs Cooper would leave her work and come to check on her before going back to the cellar.
Meanwhile next door Dianne Greenwood was beginning to grow concerned for her daughter, who never leaves the house without telling her where’s she’s going or leaving a message on the memo board pinned to the kitchen wall if she wasn’t home.
Mrs Cooper finished her work in the cellar and returned to the kitchen after checking Chelsea’s bindings once more, she looked up at the at the clock which read exactly four forty and said. “Jesus is that the time? I’d better get dinner started Mark will be home from golf soon expecting to fed.”
Chelsea watched her get some potatoes and veg from the vegetable rack and begin to peel it.
After a couple of minutes she heard the front door open and close.
“Lisa.” A male voice called out.
“I’m in the kitchen dear.” Mrs Cooper replied.
Mark Cooper who was always well groomed smartly dressed walked in the room he was dressed in dark blue trousers, and a pale blue collared Nike golf shirt.
“Lisa what the fuck is going on?” he cried in shock, seeing the bound and gagged girl before his eyes.
“It’s that bloody busy body’s daughter from next door.” Lisa replied before being stopped in mid-sentence.
“I know who it is, but what the fuck is she doing tied up in our kitchen?”
I came back from dropping you off at the golf club and found her snooping around in the cellar.
“Oh great, so you thought you’d tie her up, this is kidnapping you’ll get fifteen years for this.”
“I know, I know, I didn’t think I just panicked, I couldn’t let her go running to the police could I?” Lisa who was close to tears replied.
“That’s your problem you dumb bitch you don’t think, why didn’t call me I’d have got a cab home straight away? As soon as she’s reported missing this street will be crawling with cops, they may even do house to house searches. What will they do then if they find that little lot in the cellar?”
“I’m sorry dear what are we going to do?” Lisa sobbed.
“Oh no my dear it’s what are YOU going to do, YOU got us into this fucking mess YOU get us out of it, I’m not getting involved.”
“Please Mark help me. I can’t do it by myself, like you said I’m a dumb bitch who can’t think, we’ll both end up in prison if it’s left to me, please honey pie.” Lisa begged turning on her feminine charm hugging her husband and rubbing her ample bosom up against him and stroking his short cut fair hair while pecking him on the cheek, she knew she always gets her own way when she does this.
“Very well, if you had a brain you’d be bloody dangerous.” Mark replied.
Lisa smiled smugly she knew she’d get her own way.
“Yeah but you didn’t marry me for my brains did you? Come on then mastermind what are we going to do with her?”
“Hush I’m thinking, I don’t know yet, but what I do know is she can’t stay here.”
“Where can we take her?” Lisa asked.
“Your parent’s holiday home, they won’t be there this time of year, and you still have a keys don’t you?”
“Perfect, when are we going to take her?” Lisa replied.
“We’re not, you are tonight. Don’t forget we have a delivery coming tonight, as soon as they’ve been and gone, I’ll get the van out of the lock up and join you.”
“I can’t go alone, you’ve got to come with me, stuff the delivery this is more important now.”
“We’ve got thousands of pounds invested in this order I’ve got to be here for it.” Mark replied.
“Please Marky.” Lisa begged rubbing her breasts up against him again.
But this time Mark pushed her away.
“No you’ve got to go by yourself you’ll be fine, I’ll be with you in a few hours, a couple of days by the sea will do us both the world of good. As soon as it goes dark I’ll put her in the car for you.”
Lisa sulked as she finished cooking the dinner, the couple took their food into the dining where they cooked up a plan on how to get Chelsea from the house to the car without her being seen.
It had now been almost eight hours since Chelsea had gone missing, Dianne Greenwood had already phoned the other neighbourhood watch members and postponed their meeting until another night, claiming that Chelsea was ill and she needed to be with her.
Finally her anxiety got the better of her and she called the police, the female officer she spoke to was very sympathetic but told her Chelsea couldn’t officially be declared missing until she’d been missing for twenty four hours, but she asked Dianne to text or e-mail a recent photo of Chelsea to the station and she’d have the officers on patrol that evening to keep an eye out for her.
After the Coopers had finished their diner it was now dark enough outside to move the girl.
Mark set about untying Chelsea from the chair but kept her arms bound behind her back and kept her gag in place, while he was doing this Lisa spread a huge blanket out on the kitchen floor.
Together they picked the terrified girl up and laid her on her back in the centre of the blanket. Lisa then retied her legs tightly together at the ankles, knees and thighs. Chelsea started to struggle as together they began to wrap her up in the blanket, but this only earned her bare legs a couple of hard slaps off Lisa.
“Stop that you little bitch, the more you struggle the more uncomfortable we’ll make you.”
Chelsea calmed down hearing this, and was soon completely covered and tightly wrapped up in the course itchy blanket from head to foot plunging her into a terrifying darkness.
Together the couple tightly bound a number of lengths of rope along her wrapped body to stop the blanket becoming unwrapped.
Mark easily picked the small girl up and carried her out to the hatchback car on the drive Lisa walked ahead opening the doors for him, she opened the tailgate on the car and Mark carefully put Chelsea inside, and Lisa closed it locking her in.
“It should take you a couple of hours to get to St Annes watch your speed if you don’t go driving like a loon and drawing attention to yourself you’ll be fine believe me. When you get there put the car straight in the garage out of sight before you get the girl out. I’ll be with you as soon as I can, and call me when you get there.” Mark said before he kissed his wife good bye.
Once Lisa was in the driver’s seat she warned Chelsea.
“Listen bitch, we’ve made you as comfortable as we possibly can, if I hear a single squeak out of you or you give me any trouble I’ll stop this car and you’ll fucking regret it.”
Right now Chelsea didn’t feel very comfortable, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to give Lisa the opportunity to add to her discomfort.
For both of them the journey seemed to take forever, and both were relieved for different reasons when they finally reached the holiday home on the seafront at St Annes.
Lisa straight way locked the car in the garage which adjoined the house, once she had done this she phoned Mark to tell him they’d arrived safely and Mark told her everything was ok at his end and he would be leaving shortly. Once she had done this she unlocked the house and opened the door which led from the kitchen to the garage.
She then returned to the car and opened the tailgate she cut all the ropes from around the blanket and unwrapped it.
Although it was a strain she managed to pick Chelsea up and throw her over her shoulder and carry her in the house and roughly dropped her down on the sofa in the lounge.
The house had been empty for months and felt cold and damp, for the first time Lisa showed some compassion as she saw Chelsea trembling with both cold and fear in her shorts and t-shirt, she returned to the car brought out the blanket and covered Chelsea up telling her.
“The heating will kick in soon this place soon gets warm, so just sit there and relax for a while if you want I’ll put the tv on for you.”
Chelsea didn’t feel much like watching to tv she just wanted to go home, and shook her head.
“That’s ok, I used to be school nurse I know what you really need, a nice hot bath the good thing about this place is constant supply of piping hot water, I’ll take you upstairs give you one once the heating kicks in and the bathroom warms up, you’ll feel much better after that won’t you?” She said stroking Chelsea’s head.
The thought of being bathed by this unstable woman made Chelsea fell even worse than she did if that was possible.
Just then the doorbell rang.
Chelsea could see the panic and fear appear on Lisa’s face.
“Don’t you make a sound bitch or you'll regret it.” She warned Chelsea pointing her finger in her face the tone of her voice changing once more.
Lisa looked through the window and saw a man and woman standing at the door, they rang the bell again, Lisa thought she’d best answer it.
“Hello we’re Mr and Mrs Jackson, We live next door we keep an eye on this place for the owners we couldn’t help notice the light was one, the owners normally phone and tell us when someone is coming. We just called round to see if everything was alright.” The elderly man told her.
“Don’t worry dear I’m Mr and Mrs Grundy’s daughter Lisa they said I could use this place whenever I want, look I even have my own keys.” Lisa replied holding up the keys.”
“Yes dear they talked a lot about you when they’ve been here, pleased to finally meet you dear.” The woman said.
“Well thanks for your concern I have to go I’ve got food on the cooker I don’t want it to burn. Maybe we can chat tomorrow.” Lisa told them.
“Ok good night dear.” The woman said.
“Good night, take care.” Lisa replied closing the door.
“Good girl. Lisa told Chelsea patting her head once she returned to the lounge.
Then came the words Chelsea was dreading hearing.
“Now what about that bath.”
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