Early Callers (M/F)

[KP Presents]

Monday
7 am

“Wake up!”

The eighteen-year-old slowly opened her eyes – the male voice was unfamiliar to her, but it was rough, and when she looked up, she saw the man standing there, dressed in black – and with a balaclava mask over his head.

“What the…”

“Not a fucking word, kid – get up and stand with your hands behind your back.”

She slowly stood up, her long brown hair falling over her bare shoulders - she was wearing a black coloured vest top and red floral shorts, but the look in the man’s eyes made her shiver as he opened a bag, and she saw the rough brown ropes. He took a length out and walked behind her, grabbing her wrists in his gloved hands and crossing them behind her back as she felt the ropes rubbing on them where they were being bound tightly together.

“Shit – Sarah!”

“I told you not to say anything,” a second masked man said as he pushed into the room a seventeen-year-old girl. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a long-sleeved pink Nike sweatshirt - but her hands were behind her back, and she also had rope round her waist and elbows, locking her arms into position.

“what’s going on Clare,” Sarah said as she felt the rope going round her own waist and arms, so that she was securely bound as well.

“We told you both to shut up,” the second man said as he pushed a compressed red sponge ball into the seventeen-year old’s mouth, before he tore silver tape from a roll and pressed it firmly down over her mouth. Sarah was then gaged in the same way, before black scarves were tied tightly round their heads, covering their eyes and blindfolding them.

“NO!”

“Yes,” a third masked man said as their mother was pushed into the room. She had been in the kitchen, having seen her husband off ot work, when the three had broken in from the rear of the house and captured her. She was wearing a peach and white tiger striped pyjama top and shorts, but she also had her wrists and arms secured in the same way as her two daughters.

“Mhmhmm? Whtshshgnnhhn?”

“Take them all into mummy dearest’s bedroom,” the third man said as each of them grabbed one of the captives by the arm, and frog marched them into the master bedroom, sitting the mother in the centre of the floor with her back against the foot of the bed, and her daughters either side of her.

“Ththhrrhtss,” Sarah said as more rope was wrapped around her ankles and pulled tight.

“Make another sound,” her binder growled, “and you won’t see anything again, understand?”

She nodded as the rope was tied round her legs above her knees, their mother watching as she and Clare had their legs secured, ropes then running from the ankles, round and between their legs and then tied to their waist ropes.

“Now then,” the masked man said as he looked at their mother, “your husband is going to do something for us, because he loves all of you – so get comfy, you’re going nowhere.”

“And?”

“Open your mouth.”

She slowly opened her mouth as a sponge was pushed into her mouth as well, and then tape pressed down over her lips, before her legs were secured and she was blindfolded as well. She prayed none of the men would do anything else to her or her daughters, as she heard the men moving round and searching through her drawers and wardrobe….



“Thank you, Mrs Sloane, – you can take them to the hospital now,” the detective said as the older woman held the blanket round her. The police had been called to the house in the early afternoon to find the three women in the bedroom, the search evident – after her husband had reported the robbery at his brokerage firm.

“What’s going on, sir,” the uniformed officer as they watched the three women going to the ambulance.

“Aggravated robbery and kidnapping,” he said as he pushed his glasses up his nose, “a little unusual for this area, but it has happened. We should be grateful nothing else happened.”

“So, this is a one-off?”

“Let’s hope so – let me know when SOCO are done…”


Tuesday
8 am

“MOVE IT BITCHES!”

Barbara and Leslie looked at each other as they were forced to walk into the front room of their house. Barbara was seventeen years old, and was wearing a cream vest and pyjama bottoms, with a floral print on the material, her copper red hair falling over her shoulders. Her mother Leslie was wearing a nightdress made from the same material, with short, capped sleeves and a deep neckline, the skirt falling below her knees.

“What do you want with us,” she said as she looked at the two balaclava masked men, both of them pointing guns at the two women as they stood with their hands on their heads. A third man went round the side of the room and drew the curtains closed over the bay windows, as one of the men said “just do as you are fucking told. He’ll bring two chairs over – sit down, keep those hands on your head, and your lips shut. Capiche?”

“Mum, I’m scared” Barbara said as the man went and brought two chairs from the dining table, setting them down as the two larger women sat down on them. they watched as the third man left the room and came back with a large canvas bag opening it and taking out skeins of brown rope before handing them to one of his partners.

“So am I,” Leslie whispered as the man came over and pulled her hands behind the chair back, Barbara watching as he used one of the ropes to secure her wrists tightly together and then against the chair back. He then wrapped a longer rope round her waist, arms and the chair back, winding and cinching the binding so that when he was done, her waist was heled against the chair back, and her arms were held against her sides at her elbows. A third length then held her body against the chair back, the two bands framing and stretching her nightdress over her breasts.

“Mum?”

“It’s – tight,” Leslie said as the man took more roes and moved behind her daughter, watching as he bound Barbara’s wrists and upper body in the same way so that she was held tightly against the chair back. She then looked at the man holding the gun, and said “what do you want?”

“you’ll see – and I told you to keep your fucking trap shut, right?”

Leslie swallowed as she looked at Barbara, who was starting to cry as the ropes framed her chest as well. She then watched with her mother as the masked man walked round and knelt down, wrapping rope around her ankles in two bands and then using a third to tighten them between her limbs as they wriggled their toes.

Leslie then yelped as her head was pulled back, and a large washcloth pushed into her mouth before a wide black scarf was tied tightly round her head covering her mouth as she tried ot calm herself down. She watched as her daughter was gagged in the same way, both of them looking at each other before the man said, “look at me.”

As they did, he took a picture with Leslie’s phone and then sent a message. He waited a moment before answering the incoming call.

“Listen very carefully – we have your wife and daughter hostage. You will get a visitor in five minutes - do exactly what she tells you to do. If you contact the police or the authorities, we will know – and they will die. Understood?

“Good – we’re watching,” he said as he ended the call, and the three men looked at their captives…


“Anything?”

“No sir – we’re letting Forensics work on the ropes, and the two women have gone to A&E. How much did they take?”

“More than enough – whoever they are, they take no prisoners – in a different sense…”


Wednesday

Catherine was struggling in the chair in her basement – and the masked man looking at her was only smiling as she tried to process what had happened. She had just finished her breakfast after seeing her husband and son off to the office and was casually dressed – a white blouse and black pants with a floral print, her grey hair loose and in need of a perm.

But that had been – cancelled – as the masked men had walked into the kitchen and bound her wrists behind her back with black rope, another band of rope holding her arms tightly against her sides above her chest. They had then wound black tape round her head ot keep her quiet, before frogmarching her down to the basement and sitting her on an old folding chair, binding her ankles together and then passing rope round her upper legs and the chair seat to keep her there.

She then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turning her head she said “Shhhthtt.”

“Chffhrhn?”

The woman who was being walked in was in her late forties and was wearing a white top with a deep neckline and a lace detail on the front, ripped blue jeans and black ankle boots. She had brown hair cut short, but she was bound like Catherine with black ropes, and black tape was wound around her head to cover her mouth.

Catherine could only watch as her daughter-in-law was sat in a second folding chair, the armed masked man watching as the second one knelt down and secured her ankles tightly together, then wound black rope round her legs and the chair seat, as she looked at her mother-in-law.

“Whtththlhsghnnhn?”

“Hdhhtntnlknnhh – whrhruhhlhn?”

“Yhhssbht…. Hgghdhdhnnhhhh…”

Catherine looked at her as a male voice said, “get up here – I’ve got two more.” The man who had brought her down left the basement as they heard a young female voice say “please – no, we’ll do whatever you tell us to do, but don’t do that to us.”

“Kid, do as we tell you or I fucking promise you – you will regret it.”

Catherine shook her head as the man guarding both of them found and set up two more folding chairs, then watched as his two partners walked two teenagers down, both with dark hair. The taller of the two was wearing a floral blouse and ripped jeans with mid-calf black suede boots, while the smaller was wearing a white blouse open to her chest, ripped jeans and knee length black leather boots. Catherine sighed a shew saw the ropes around their upper body as well, and the black tape wrapped round their heads before they were sat down, and their legs secured in the same manner.

The four women looked at each other as the masked man said “Well now – three generations in the same place. Your husbands will do anything to ensure your safety – and I mean anything.”

“Ghrrhrhnwhtdhshmhn.”

Catherine looked down the lien and said “whrhrhhshhjhsnh. Sththcvhlm, dhnttshthhgghle.”

“Bhtwhhtdhthwhnttt?”

“We want you to smile,” the man said as he took a photo with Catherine’s mobile phone, and then left the room, the other two standing guard with smiles on their faces as their four captives staring at them…


“Sir?”

The detective inspector looked up from his desk and said, “what is it?”

“There’s been another one – home invasion, family held captive, husband forced ot take money from corporate accounts.”

“And it’s not the Edwards Gang?”

“No sir - much more violent and threatening, and they strike in the morning.”

“Right – we need to start collating the stories, see if there are any pattens we are missing…”

Thursday

Esther slowly stretched her arms up as she walked into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. The sixty-five-year-old had short grey hair and was wearing a pair of dark blue pyjamas with white circles printed on the material, as well as white bed socks.

“Looks like Frederick got away all right,” she said to herself as she looked at the coffee cup and plate in the dish washer, “At least he made his flight.” She smiled – and then stiffened as the leather gloved hand was pressed firmly down over her mouth from behind.

“Listen carefully, bitch,” a rasping male voice said, “do not make a sound or you are dead. Got it?”

Esther slowly nodded as the voice said “good – when I take my hand away, keep those lips tightly closed.” The gloved hand was taken away, and then a length of tape was pressed down over Esther’s mouth, the adhesive tugging on the skin round her mouth as her hands were pulled behind her back. She felt the tape as her wrists were secured together and then round her arms and chest as they were forced against her sides.

“Whthtdhuhwhnt,” she mumbled through the tape, afraid of what the answer might be.

“Where are your daughter and granddaughter?”

“Shtthlhhnbhd...”

“Move,” the voice said as Esther was pushed towards the doorway, and then marched up thew stairs, twisting as he did so in a vain attempt to get free. She was stopped by a door, and then she saw a gloved hand open it as she was pushed in.

Her daughter Ruth was lying on the bed, wearing a pair of peach silk pyjamas with a black trim, her blonde hair held back by a hairband. The gloved hand pushed her on the shoulder, as she slowly opened her eyes – to see her mother standing there, black tape over her mouth and round her body, and a man dressed in black with a balaclava mask looking at her.

No – two men, as a second one pulled her out of the bed and onto her feet and pulled her hands behind her back.

“Mum – oh no Naomi…”

“Hknhhh,” Esther mumbled as she watched the man securing Ruth and then covering her mouth with black tape before they were both marched to a third bedroom. Nineteen year old Naomi was lying on the bed, her long brown hair loose, wearing a pair of blue pyjamas with white polka dots. Ruth was nudged – with a gun – as she said “hmmhmhwhkhpphlhhsss.”

“Mhhm…”

“NHMMMHHWHKHP!”

Naomi opened her eyes and looked at her mother and grandmother, then pushed herself back as he saw the two masked men in her bedroom with them.

“Get up, little botch,” one of the men said, “you’re coming with us.”

“What’s going on?”

“You’re the insurance,” the man snarled as Naomi felt the tape holding her wrists behind her back, her arms against her sides, and then covering her mouth and silencing her. “Move -we’re going back to the kitchen.”

The three women looked at each other as they were marched back down the stairs, and made ot sit on kitchen stools, their ankles and legs secured with tape as a third man took a picture on Esther’s phone and then sent it as they watched.

As her hone rang, the man smiled and answered.

“Mister Cohen – you got our message?

“Good – you are going to do what we say, or there may be – problems.

“You think we are joking – gentlemen?”

As the three women watched one of the masked men pick up a kitchen knife and walk towards them, they leaned forward and screamed “HGHHDHDNHHHH!”

“Did you hear that?

“Good – now listen carefully, and tell nobody what is happening…”


“Another one?

“All right - I want the lead officers here tomorrow, first thing.

“Yes, ALL of them…”


Friday

The kitchen door opened slowly as the three masked men walked in, looking round as the third one closed the door behind themselves. He carried a large canvas bag into the front room, the other two slowly walking up the stairs and stopping as a bedroom door opened.

The eighteen-year-old girl who walked out was wearing a pair of blue checked pyjamas, her brown hair in two pigtails, and rubbed her eyes – then stared at the two men before one of them grabbed her and hand gagged her,

“Into the toilet, and not a word,” he growled as he frog marched the girl into the bathroom, and the second man crept along to a second bedroom, Opening the door, he heard noise from behind a second door, standing to the side as a toilet flushed and an older woman came into the main room. She was wearing a white nightdress with a square neckline, and a shocked expression when she saw the masked man standing there.

“What the…”

“Turn round, face the wall, hands behind your back.

“NOW!”

She turned suddenly and looked at the wall, trying to stay calm as her hands were pulled behind her back.

“My daughter…”

“Is with my partner,” he said as she felt the rope he had pulled from his pants forcing her wrists together. she was then turned and frog marched out of the room, saying “oh god” as the door to the bathroom opened and her daughter came out – her hands behind her back.

“Mum…”

“MOVE!” The command was short and menacing, as they were forced to walk down the stairs and into the front room. They saw the curtains had been drawn as they were forced to stand facing each other, and then they saw the long brown ropes as they were doubled over and passed round their upper bodies, framing their chests in two bands that tightened and stretched the top of their nightwear over their beasts.

“Mum, why are they doing this?”

“I don’t know – is it something to do with my husband?”

There was no answer, just their gasps as the rope was then taken up their backs and over their shoulders, framing their necks as the men turned them and then passed the remaining lengths between their breasts, around both bands, with the effect of pulling them tighter as they wondered what they would do next.

They were then forced to sit side by side on the floor, watching as their ankles were bound tightly together around and between their legs. They then heard a ripping sound before silver tape was pressed firmly down over their mouths.

“Close your eyes.”

As they did so, more tape was used ot cover their eyes and blindfold them, before one of them took out a mobile phone and took a picture.

“Sir – telephone call for you from your home.”

The DI nodded as he picked up the handset and said, “hello love.”

“I’m not your love. Look at your mobile phone.”

Het [picked his phone up and looked at it, then paled as the voice said “we have your wife and daughter. We know you are planning to meet with those who came after us this week. This is what you are going to say – and don’t tell your colleagues.

“Or they suffer…”

[BoundGaggedGal]

This is 100% perfect!