This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 5:19 am

I was sitting in a Mc Donald’s restaurant the other day, when a plain-looking woman came in with a young girl. The girl was maybe 12 or 13, at the most. She had dark hair cut to shoulder-length and she was wearing shorts and a tank-top. She had sandals but no stockings.
They had their meal, and sat down at the table next to me. In spite of, or maybe because of, it being very hot, the girl had a jacket on, but the sleeves seemed to be empty. They sat down beside each other, and the older woman began helping the girl with her hamburger and fries.
Suddenly I froze and thought: ‘No way! That can’t be right! It’s so hot, I got to be hallucinating’. I had suddenly caught a glimpse of the girls’ hands. They were tied together behind her back! Another look confirmed my suspicions. She had her wrists tied to the opposite elbow, behind her back!
My meal forgotten, I must have been staring a bit too obvious, because suddenly the older woman looked over at me and snapped: “Stop staring, young man! You are old enough to know that it is not polite to do so. If you have a question, ask it! Otherwise, please leave us alone to enjoy our meal in private.”
I jumped back and nervously said: “Well, I actually do have a question. Why does she have her hands tied together?”
“Yes why, indeed!” the woman said. “Come over to our table and I’ll tell you why.” Needing no more encouragement, I moved over to their table. She indicated a chair across from them. When we sat face to face, the woman began talking:
“You see, young man, my daughter Stella and me, have an arrangement and have had for a couple of years. I tie her hands together like this, whenever we go out. The arrangement came about, when she developed a habit of taking things home from shops, without going through the trouble of paying for them. In other words, she was shop-lifting! Nasty habit that, and she was lucky I caught her, before someone else did. I gave her an ultimatum; either this” she indicated to her daughters’ bound hands “or going to the shop-owners and maybe facing far worse consequences. Wisely, she chose this. Furthermore, I forbade her to speak in public, unless I gave her permission to do so. The question now is this; when you know our little secret, would you be willing to help me? You see, I’ve noticed that she’s not coming straight home from school. I suspect she hasn’t kicked her habit completely yet, and that she’s going to the mall without me. Would you be willing to pick her up after school, tie her hands together and escort her home? I will pay you for the trouble, of course.”
“Sure!” I said. “I’m not sure I can tie her the way you’ve done, though.”
“I can see we’ve all finished our meals. Why don’t you join us on our way back home? There I can teach you, how to do it.”
We all rose and went out into the street. It was a ten minute walk to their apartment-building, which was situated in roughly on the way to my own. They lived on the fourth floor with no elevator, but Stella had no trouble climbing the stairs, despite her bound hands.
When we got inside, her mother took the jacket off of her, so I could get a better look at the bindings.
“I don’t know if a can do such a fine job as you have done, but I’ll give it a try!” I said.
“Remember, I’ve got a couple of years of practicing under my belt. You will be an expert in no time, I promise. It’s not as hard as it looks.” Stella’s mother sat down in an easy-chair and released her daughter’s hands. Then she positioned her in front of us. “Look here! You start by tying one wrist to the opposite elbow like this,” she took one of the ropes, folded it in half and started winding it around the right wrist/elbow combination. She finished the binding by tying the rope off between the arm and the wrist. “It doesn’t have to be tight. As long as it is secure, tightness doesn’t matter. Then you do the same thing with the other arm,” She did the same thing to the left side. “If you want to, you can take a third rope and tie it in the middle, but that is optional. You don’t have to.” She released her daughter once again and said: “Now, it is your turn. But first, let me show you what it feels like on the other end, so to speak.” Having said that, she made me put my hands on my back the same way Stella had, and then I was tied up. When she was done, she asked me what I thought about it. “You are right, ma’m. It is secure, but not overly tight. I don’t think I can get out of this any time soon, not on my own, anyway.”
“Good!” she said. “Now, if you care to step this way, we’ll prepare you for transport.”
“Wait! What? Transport? What transport? What do you mean?” I said.
They both looked at me, with what almost could be described as sadness in their eyes “You, along with a few others, will be taken abroad this evening, never to return.”
“Is it tonight?” Stella asked. “Good. I’ve had enough of hamburgers for quite a while.”
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:28 am

WAS it a cliffhanger? Other than Cricks' comment, I get the impression that this is a stand-alone, complete in itself kind of story - and a reasonably good one at that.
If there IS more though, cool.
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:37 am

You are right, Jason. It's not SUPPOSED to be a cliffhanger, but you never know!
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:14 am

Hallo very good story. I like twist and I wish the end is really only cliffhanger. Ok fourth floor with no elevator would not work be me, but the rest would make go in the trap. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:38 am

It is just a matter of practicing.
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:15 am

Good tale, short, sharp, good twist.
Wassail,
xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:41 am

cricks5 wrote:If you read the wording carefully it does say
“Good!” she said. “Now, if you care to step this way, we’ll prepare you for transport.”
“Wait! What? Transport? What transport? What do you mean?” I said.
They both looked at me, with what almost could be described as sadness in their eyes “You, along with a few others, will be taken abroad this evening, never to return.”
“Is it tonight?” Stella asked. “Good. I’ve had enough of hamburgers for quite a while.”

Now if that is not a sign of future parts to this story, then I do not know what is.

Then you don't know what is, apparently.
I will simply refer you to Lasse's own post immediately BEFORE yours (which you must have skipped over) and let it go at that.
That and to point out that LOTS of short stories end with seeming cliffhangers that are never meant to actually continue; I have written some myself (not for this site though, yet). As you are more likely to be an 'epic' type of person though, you probably aren't into short stories much; most RPers in my experience aren't. Generally I prefer longer stories myself but shorts definitely have their place too.
Of course, the final decison about the 'cliffhanger' HERE is Lasse672000's.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:05 am

"Sorry there Jason but most stories of mine here actually do end in cliffhangers."
How does that in any way change the truth of what I said? In fact, you only helped VERIFY what I said about the frequency of stories that seem to end in cliffhangers but were not MEANT to originally.
Lasse said that the ending was NOT meant as a cliffhanger; that will not change even if the author's mind changes and the story is continued. Many stand-alones have developed sequels and even become the start of whole series (often unintentionally); but many more do not. Whether this one does or not is up to Lasse - who may now be wishing that this story was never written because of all this fuss (either that or plans a sequel in part to keep the cauldron fires lit :twisted: ).
As for the image, it looks very well made; I wondered where you had gotten it from since I believe you said you did not draw much on your own. As for how well it fits; that I can't judge - my eyes kind of glazed over trying to read what was written around it and so I didn't bother. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:39 am

Oh boy! I don't know what all the fuss is about! It seems I managed to write a story that is stiring up controvercy! :oops:
As I said it WAS supposed to be a one-off :roll: , but I'm now working on a sequel. Don't know how good it will be, though. The story might have been a "one-hit-wonder" from the start and a sequel ruins it totally. We'll see!
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:41 am

By the way. Thanks for your kind words. Jasons in particular.
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:05 am

lasse672000 wrote:By the way. Thanks for your kind words. Jasons in particular.

See what you started , Cricks? :twisted:
Don't worry about the controversy, Lasse; Cricks and I have had an unofficial sort of feud going on here - sometimes acrimonious and sometimes not - long before you posted your story. As for the sequel, as long as you enjoy the idea of doing one, then it should be great. The lousy sequels are usually the ones people were PRESSURED to write; the good ones are the ones that people WANTED to write (and maybe just need some encouragement to do so), if not necessarily at first.
To Cricks: I never implied that you didn't have permission to use the sketch; just wondered where you got it (NOT the same thing).
And dares are for little kids, Cricks; not mature adults. If you want to tell me who he is, fine. If not, that's fine too. In any case, I have my own ways to occupy my time, thank you.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:37 pm

I want to write a sequel and probably would have anyway. It's just that I know I'm not terribly good at it. That's why I do it, I guess. to get some practice. As for your "feud", maybe you should have it somewhere else? :quirk: :lol:
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:43 pm

lasse672000 wrote:I want to write a sequel and probably would have anyway. It's just that I know I'm not terribly good at it. That's why I do it, I guess. to get some practice. As for your "feud", maybe you should have it somewhere else? :quirk: :lol:

I'll try to, but he sometimes makes it a bit... difficult. :twisted:
As for your statement that you are not terribly good at writing (or were just referring to sequels?), I think you badly underestimate yourself. You seem to be a talented writer to me; perhaps all you need is a little encouragement. Hopefully you are getting enough of it now. :)
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:00 pm

As for your statement that you are not terribly good at writing (or were just referring to sequels?), I think you badly underestimate yourself. You seem to be a talented writer to me; perhaps all you need is a little encouragement. Hopefully you are getting enough of it now. :)

Thank you for those words! Getting encouragement? Oh, yes I am, and then some! I was refering to my sequels, that I know gets worse by the installment. :cry: :oops:
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Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby mskvor » Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:07 pm

Hello,

really a nice story and it has just the right length.

I will be pleased to read some new story from you soon.

MS

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby kim_bowie » Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:09 pm

Interesting tale. I would have liked to have witnessed other McDonald's patron's reactions to the tied up girl in the dinning area. Very neat concept.

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby Suestruggles » Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:59 pm

I think it's a nice twist.
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: This happened at Mc Donalds

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:46 am

Here's some more for you. Enjoy:
‘Never to return, eh,’ I thought. ‘We’ll see about that!’
Stella’s mother, which I suppose wasn’t her real mother at all, took me by the arm and half lead, half dragged me into a room at the back. She unlocked the door and pushed me inside. In the dusky room, I could see a dozen or so other people, both male and female and they were all tied up the same way I was. “Now, behave yourselves and this will be over soon.” She said as she closed the door and locked it. Locking us in was a bit of an overkill I thought, since we all had our hands tied behind our backs and couldn’t open the door anyway, but there you are.
Two hours later the door swung open again. This time there was a man standing in the doorway. One look at his arms told me, you didn’t want to have an argument with him. If you did, you’d lose! “OK, you lot!” he said. “Get moving!” We walked past him in single file.
We staggered and stumbled down the stairs and into the back of a waiting minivan. It got pretty cramped in there, by the time we were loaded. I was astonished, that no one else in the house reacted to us filing out the way we did, with our arms tied together, but apparently, it was a condemned house.
We were taken to a private airport and loaded (I think is the best way of describing it) on to an old airplane. When it landed a couple of hours later, we were greeted by a blistering sun and scorching heat. You didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out we were somewhere in the tropics. We were ordered to stand in line. A man came up to us and said with a booming voice: “Think of this as your new home. It will make your stay that easier. You will be taken from here to your workstations! In a minute, you will be split into two groups. One group will work at the house and one group will work in the mines. If you work hard and do as you are told, you will be freed. Otherwise, you will remain here for the rest of your lives.” He stepped down and began wondering along the line, stopping just to the right of me. He faced us again and said: “All of you to my right will work in the mines. The rest will work in the house.” To my relief I was in the group that was to work in the house! YES! Suddenly the plane’s engine came to life again. Without thinking, I spun around and started running towards it. Luckily, they hadn’t closed the door yet and I ran up the stairs. I threw myself inside, just as the door closed and the plane started moving! The surprised crew just looked at me, but to my surprise, and great fortune, they didn’t stop the engines again! The plane took off as if nothing had happened. Once in the air, one of the crewmen came over to me and said: “Do you know; you are the first ever to escape from there. Now, that looks uncomfortable. Let me help you out of the ropes.” I said I didn’t want to get out of them yet. The truth was I had begun liking the feeling of them and wanted to stay in them for as long as possible.
It wasn’t until I got home that I allowed my girlfriend free my hands, but only after making her promise, she’d tie me up like that again on a regular basis.

I guess, the moral of this story is; NEVER, EVER talk to strange women, if they acompany a girl who has her hands tied!
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