Silent Night 2025 - Days 1 to 5 (MF/MFmf)

[KP Presents]

1

I looked at Hazel as she sat on the chair, and she looked back at me, the two of us knowing there was not a lot we could do as the man searched the room. We were sat on old mahogany dining chairs from our dining table, which we had been forced to carry through from the dining room and place in front of the Christmas tree before we were made to sit down, and he made sure we could not stop him.

Hazel has long red hair and was wearing that night a silver party vest top, black leggings and silver sandals, while I was wearing a green sleeveless top with silver trim, as well as black leggings and slippers. The man actually complemented us on our outfits – before he took a roll of red tape and taped my wrists together in front of me, before he knelt down and crossed my ankles before he taped them together as well.

He then brushed my blonde hair away from my face before he pressed several strips of the red tape down over my mouth, before he picked up a roll of green tape and di the same thing to Hazel – taped her wrists together in front of her, taped her ankles together, and then covered her mouth.

It was what he did after that that was interesting – we had not put the lights on the tree yet – in fact, that was what we were going to do when the doorbell rang, and Hazel opened the door to let him in with a gun in his hands. So, he took one the two sets and wrapped it round Hazel’s body and the chair, before he plugged them in and the lights shone on her. He used the second length to secure my body to the chair back, the two of us looking at each other as he looked through my handbag and then went ot search the rest of the house.

Hazel then tried ot lower her head and raise her hands, but I shook my head and discouraged that. I did not want him to hurt her - but the moment he was gone, even with the lights twinkling on us, we would get each other free…



2

“There now - nice and secure.”

Ahmed, Gamila and Ofra nodded as they looked at their mother, seated side by side on the long couch. “This is a great game,” Ofra said as she looked over, wriggling her fingers behind her back where her wrists were secured together. The thirteen-year-old Muslim girl was wearing a black hijab with a red and black checked top, her black leggings tucked into black felt boots.

Her seven-year-old sister Gamila was sitting next to her, looking at the thin white rope that was holding her ankles together as her feet sat over the edge of the seat. She was wearing a long-sleeved red tunic over her black leggings; her legs tied together below her knees and her hands behind her back while more rope held her arms against her sides. She looked at Ofra, whose legs and body were secured in the same way, before they both looked at their brother.

Ahmed was eleven years old, wearing a red and black checked shirt, black jeans and shoes, but his arms and legs were bound in the same way as his sister s- all of them bound by the woman who was standing with their mother. She was wearing a black jumper and leggings tucked into leather boots – and a stocking pulled down over her head as she said “now, I need ot keep all three of you quiet while your mother comes around the house with me – or can I trust you to be quiet?”

“We’ll be quiet,” Ahmed said as his mother Rubiya nodded. The older woman was wearing a tartan headscarf over her head and shoulders, the material over a long red dress with blakcleggings and red shoes – but her hands were behind her back, secured with thin rope, and bands of rope were holding her arm,s to her sides, framing her chest as she said “We’ll be back in a few minutes – all right?”

The children nodded as the masked woman said, “stay there” and they left the room, the children talking quietly to each other as they wriggled their legs round. When they came back a few minutes later, they all saw the silver tape over their mother’s mouth as she was helped ot sit on the other couch, then they watched as the woman secured Rubiya’s ankles together, and then her legs below her knees before helping er to lie on er side and coming over. Setting her rucksack down, she took the troll of silver tape out and gagged the three children while their mother watched, saying “Whllbhffhhnn.”

“Hknhnhwhehllmhm,” Ofra said as the masked woman said “now, wait half an hour, then see who gets free first,” Rubiya watching as she left them with the radio playing…


3

We had just brought the Christmas tree into the house and put the pot on the floor by the wall of the main room. Dad was out for the day, so Mum and me did it by ourselves - with the help of a young man from the nursery who volunteered to bring it into the house. He was wearing a Christmas jumper and jeans, so Mum agreed in return for a fee.

He smiled at me as Mum went ot fetch the box of decorations, and set it down, telling me to start putting the baubles on the tree while she paid the man. Mum still had a red woollen hat on her head, her jeans with the legs tucked into her black Hunter boots, and a green jumper.

Truth to tell, I also had my wellington boots on – shorter black ones with silver spots, my jeans tucked into them as well alongside the tartan vest I was wearing over a long-sleeved white top. Anyway, Mum and the delivery man went out, and I turned my attention ot hanging the glass baubles on the tree.

I wondered why they were still talking, and why the door had not opened and closed, when they came back in – but Mum looked different. Her hands were behind her back, and silver tape had been pressed down over her mouth.

The man was different as well – he looked at me and told me to kneel down, with my hands behind my back – and he told mum to sit down, which was when I saw the knife and the cords in his hand.

Well, I was too scared to do anything except what he said, as he knelt behind em and took my hands behind my back. I felt him tie them together with the rope – it was rough, and it was only when he bound my ankles in the same way and helped me to sit next to mum I realized was going nowhere. I tried moving my legs, which made my rubber boots squeak – and Mum did the same to show she was as scared as me. I ten felt the tape as the man pressed it down over my mouth, and he left the room. We hadn’t even had a chance to put the lights on the tree yet…


4

With apologies to Jule Styne

Have yourself a quiet Silent Night
Now we’ve come back home
While the man here takes me
Up to my room

You look smart in your waistcoat and your trousers
And you in your dress
So sit quietly in front
Of the tree…

It's all right to be a little scared
With your hands tied behind your backs
And that red rope tied round you both
But I swear we’ll be all right

I promise you we will be together
If the man allows
So just sit nice and quiet and calm
And you can have a safe little Silent Night

The silver tape over your mouths
Means you cannot talk
But if you just sit still
For a little while, and then

When I come back we all will be together
Tape over my mouth
And we will wait for your father to come home, oh
And have ourselves a quiet little Silent Night, ooh




5

I remember when I was a little girl – about six years old – and the Christmas Bandit came to our house. I had long light brown hair, and I remember I was wearing a blue dress which had lighter blue sleeves and a peter pan collar as well as knee length grey socks and white shoes. My ten-year-old brother Timmy was wearing a brown checked shirt and grey pants, with white socks and bowling shoes.

We were both watching cartoons while Mom prepared a snack for us. She was beautiful – her white roll neck sweater and yellow pants, her hair in a bouffant, and those white glasses she wore…

Anyway, as I remember it, she brought us cookies and milk and then went to answer a knock on the door. When she came back, I could see she was scared and she had her hands in the air – and there was a strange man behind her, wearing something over his head. He looked at us and told us if we behaved, and did as he said, we would be all right – and then he told Mom to sit between us on the floor.

As she did this, he put a bag down and brought out long lengths of silver tinsel. I wondered what he was going to do with them – and then he told me to put my hands together in front of myself, Timy and Mom watching as he used one length to hold my wrists together. After he had done that, he told me to finish my snack, as he did the same thing to Timmy.

We then both watched a she used more of the tinsel to keep out ankles together, and he did the same thing to Mum before he tied her wrists together and then use done more length to hold her wrists to her ankles. Looking at us, he asked us if we were going to call for help. Mom said we wouldn’t, so he told us to keep watching the cartoons before he left the room.

Mom looked at us and said we were being very brave, before she kissed us on our heads while one show ended – and A Charlie Brown Christmas started. We watched that, finishing our snack before the man came back down into the room. His bag jingled a she put it down and drew from it three of Mom’ chiffon neck scarves. He rolled one up and pulled it between her lips, taking it round her head before he tied the ends at the back of her neck. She looked at me, the thin band pulling back the corners of her mouth and nodded a she told me to open my mouth.

TI as a funny feeling – I could taste perfume on the band on my tongue, but it also meant I could not talk very easily. He did the same thing to Tommy, before he checked the tinsel holding us.

He then just left as the music started to play, and Charlie Brown went with Lucy to get their Christmas Tree….

[BoundGaggedGal]

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