Postby KP Presents » Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:19 am
Normally I allow plenty of time to do the job that needs to be done – be it a night, a day or sometimes more than one. I also like to put the kids at much at ease as possible, playing games with them or talking with them. Over the years, I’ve learned a few different tricks for tying people up and keeping them silent, so that now I have it down to a fine art.
I have the perfect way of testing new methods for kids anyway – my own children. They’ve played tie-up games with me and Yvonne for a few years now, and I’ve generally found what works for them works for the families I visit as well. Mind you, I’m also glad to learn from others.
“Joanne’s good for Friday – I’ve asked her to be here for five and stay overnight. That all right with you dear?”
“Perfect,” I said as I stood up and hugged Yvonne. “Come on – let’s go to bed.”
Joanne is one of the local teenagers – we’ve used her as a babysitter a few times, and she doesn’t mind sleeping over if we ask her nicely enough – and pay her enough.
When I opened the door to her on Friday night, I was already in my crisp white shirt, bow tie tied, while Charlie and Lisa were in the front room watching a film. They were in jeans and t-shirts, and both said “Hi” to her as she looked in.
“So what are my instructions for tonight,” she said as she sat at the kitchen table, while I put a pair of gold cufflinks in. She was wearing a pair of cut off shorts over leggings, a baggy grey jumper and sneakers.
I just smiled and said “Make sure they get to bed early, and they don’t give you any trouble. We should be back after breakfast time tomorrow.”
“Is that Joanne,” Yvonne said as she came in, and said “Can you help with this, Mark?” I took the gold chain and fastened it round her neck, admiring her black silk ball gown as I did so.
“You look fantastic Mrs Williamson,” Joanne said as I put my dinner jacket on, and Yvonne out a velvet shrug over her arms.
“Thanks – you have the contact numbers if we need them,” she said as she looked in the front room. “Now I expect you two to behave yourself for Joanne – we’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you, Mum and Dad” Charlie and Lisa said as we hugged them, and then I escorted Yvonne to the car, driving into the main street and heading, for all intents and purposes, to the Hilton in town.
Actually, that was where we went, parking the car and checking into the room I had booked the previous night, before heading up to it with the small case I had packed. Once inside the room, I put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle, and turned the television on, before we opened the case and took out our nightclothes – then stripped down and left our clothes over the two chairs.
I put on a sweatshirt and jeans, while Yvonne changed into a denim skirt and blouse, before we both put on sneakers and left the room, walking to the lift and leaving the hotel without anyone batting an eyelid. We then walked a short distance to some garages under the railway line, and as she held the door open I drove out a grey van and parked it for a moment while she closed the door.
We then got into the back of the van and changed again – this time into blue boiler suits, with black jumpers underneath, heavy shoes and black leather gloves. Yvonne smiled at me, then we kissed, before she pulled the black balaclava over her head, and I wore it as a rolled up cap. Yvonne stayed in the back of the van while I drove to a quiet car park, and then waited, the tinted windows raised as I pulled the mask down over my own head.
At five to seven, four cars drew up, and four men got out – all dressed as I was, with the masks up. Standard Procedure for my men – we don’t know who each other are. I got out of the van, and talked with them. To two, I said thank you and told them they would not be needed – the other two joined Yvonne in the back, saying “Good to see you, Mrs McPhee” as they got in.
“And you, boys,” Yvonne replied in a Scottish accent. “I trust you are both well?”
“Yup,” they said as I got in with them. “All right,” I said in my Geordie accent, “We go in as always, restrain the family. Mrs McPhee, you take the youngest daughter.”
“Of course, dear.”
“I’ll let you know what’s needed from the head of the family in due course, but remember – not a word, and always treat them with dignity.”
“As always, Jay,” they both said with a smile, before I got out of the van and behind the wheel, driving to our destination. The Wilcox house was on a small estate on the outskirts of a nearby village, and had a low wall around the front of the house. It was detached, and just perfect for our needs.
As I drove to the front of the house, the curtains were drawn and the lights were on inside. I took a moment to look round, then quickly slipped out and to the back of the van, closing the doors as quietly as I could. My two associates had now pulled the balaclavas down over their heads, and were sporting a shot gun in their gloved hands, while Mrs McPhee had a large brown canvas bag in her hands.
“Everyone ready,” I whispered, looking at them as they nodded, and then we walked up to the front door, waiting as I rang the doorbell. I heard a voice saying “I’ll get it,” and then a body approached on the other side of the frosted glass. I held my breath as the door was unlocked, and opened out.
It was Denise, wearing a red jumper over a white blouse with a small collar, blue jeans and brown ankle boots. She barely had time to say “Yes, can I...” before I pushed her in, my leather gloved hand over her mouth as one of my associates pointed his gun to her head.
“Not a word,” I said quietly as Mrs McPhee and the other associate went into the living room, and I heard two young girls scream before Mrs McPhee said “All right, girls, just calm down and stay sitting.”
“Shall we,” I said as we made Denise walk in front of us, and into the front room. Mary and Zara were sat next to each other on a couch, the television on in front of them. Mary was wearing a long sleeved pink top, jeans and white socks, while Zara was wearing a white t-shirt with “Guess” printed on the front in different colours, a red belt round her waist, a denim skirt to her knees and black boxing boots with white laces.
As for poor Dave – my other associate had his gun next to his head, as he sat there in his shirt and pants.
“Good evening,” I said as I pushed Denise over to sit with the girls, “Forgive the intrusion, but so long as everybody does what we say we’ll get along just fine. Now, all of you, put your hands on your heads and keep quiet.”
“Who are you,” Denise said as she stared at us. “We’re your guests for the night,” I replied quietly, “and we’re going to make sure everyone is nice and comfortable – so long as they do as we say. After all, you’d hate it if your family were to get hurt, wouldn’t you Mr Wilcox.”
Dave looked at us, and then said “How... Howe do you know my name?”
“Oh I make a point of knowing about the people I visit,” I say with a smile as I open the brown bag, and take out a length of rope. “Now, unless your want my friends here to hurt your family, come over here and put your hands behind your back.”
I could see Mary and Zara were starting to cry, as Mrs McPhee knelt in front of them and said “It’s all right kids – just do what we tell you to do, and everyone will be just fine.”
“But you’ve got guns,” Zara said as she looked at us.
“I know, and it can be scary, but believe me – if Daddy does what we say, you’ll be just fine.”
I looked at her and nodded, before saying “Mary, go and sit in the other chair over there, with your hands on your head. Zara, turn and face your mother.”
“What are you going to do to us,” Dave said as I crossed his wrists behind his back, and tied them tightly together. As I did so, Mrs McPhee went and sat with Mary, while the other two made Zara and Denise out their hands behind their back, palm to palm, and started to tie them tightly together with soft white rope.
“Oh God,” Denise mumbled as she felt her arms being secured, and looked at her husband. “Why are you doing that to my mummy and Zara,” Mary said as she looked at the others.
“We need to make sure you stay in one place, Mary,” Mrs McPhee said as I made Dave sit down and tied his ankles tightly together. “Don’t worry, I’ll take very special care of you. We need to make sure you stay in one place as well, but I’ll do it in a way that won’t hurt, all right?”
Mary nodded as she watched the men tie rope around her sister’s arms and stomach, and around her mother’s arms and chest. Zara soon had her arms locked to her sides, and to her waist with a second band, while her mother had rope wound above and below her chest, and then tightened under her arms.
If I may digress for a moment, how much rope to use to secure someone is something I think about a lot. For fully grown women, I like to use rope around the waist, forearms and stomach, and above and below the chest. For older teenagers, I’ll do that as well, but for the younger ones I tend to use only the rope around the forearms. For kids as young as Mary, something else is usually done for the day time.
I do bend the rules sometimes, but that tends to be how I work. I watched with Dave as his wife and oldest daughter had their ankles crossed and tied tightly together with rope, and then their legs below their knees.
“Now, if you can promise not to shout for help, we’ll leave it at that,” I said as Mrs McPhee knelt next to Mary, and said “Your turn sweetie – can you put your hands together as if you are praying?”
“I’m scared,” Mary said quietly as she looked at Mrs McPhee.
“It’s all right to be scared, but I promise you it won’t hurt,” she said with a smile. “Trust me.” Mary nodded and put her hands together, watching as Mrs McPhee tied her wrists firmly together. She then put her ankles together, saying “We need to make sure you cannot move for a while,” before she tied them with rope, and then her legs above her knees. She then tied Mary’s wrists to her legs, before saying “there – that’s not so bad, is it?”
Mary tried to twist her hands free, then said “No, it’s not.”
“So what happens now,” Denise said as she looked at me.
“Now – why don’t we watch a film together,” I said with a smile, “You pick.”