Hell -Together (M/Ff)

[KP Presents]

“I’m glad you are both settling back into normal life,” he said as he looked out of the window, “and he has gone.

“Yeah - I should be able to take care of that for you after today. It’s an easy enough job – I’ll see you both later tonight.

“Bye Mum,” he said as he ended the call, and looked at the equipment laid out on the bed. He had researched this family carefully, and the man of the house certainly deserved to be robbed – but there was a chance, a slim chance, and he was prepared for that as well.

If it came to it…

“So, Bobbi has been safely dropped off?”

Faith Graham nodded as she took a seat in the armchair and accepted a mug of coffee from her sister. The thirty-year-old was wearing a peach-coloured peasant blouse, old jeans with ripped knees, and knee length tan leather boots. Her older sister Hope was thirty-five, with lighter brown hair than Hope, and wearing a white jumper and jeans, the lower legs under a pair of light brown leather riding boots.

“That daughter of yours has a real good group of friends there- did you know they were going to do that?”

“I may have been warned,” Hope said with a smile. They’ll all head back here after they have been shopping and have something to eat here before I take them to the cinema.”

Faith nodded as she took a sip from her mug. “And our beloved younger sister?”

“She’s in the kitchen…”


Charity Graham was nineteen years old, with long dark brown hair, wearing a floral print boho blouse over a black top and jeans, jeans tucked into knee length black leather boots with a quilted pattern. She hummed to herself as she lifted the teabag from the glass cup and then deposited it in the food recycling bin before cutting a slice of lemon and then putting it into the hot liquid.

“Ah that’s better,” she said to herself as she took a sip, not hearing the door to the back garden as it opened and closed. It was only when she felt the point against her back and heard the young man say “do not make a move, do not make a sound. That really is a knife pressed against your back, and I am not afraid to use it.”

“Who are you,” Charity whispered.

“I am Hell, and I have come to your home today. Are you going to cause any trouble?”

Charity slowly shook her head as the voice said “good – put the cup down, and your hands behind your back.”

Charity slowly put the cup on the work surface, and then moved her hands behind her back, too afraid to look round as she felt latex gloved hands grabbing and crossing her wrists, and then biting her lower lip as the rough cords were used to secure her wrists tightly together.

“All right – walk.” The point pressed against her back again as she slowly walked forward, hearing her sisters and wondering what their reaction was going to be…

“There you are – I was beginning to… WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!”

Faith and Hope stared at Charity as she walked in, tears starting to run down her cheeks, and then at the young man standing behind her, barely more than a teenager, with the black domino mask covering his eyes. He dropped the bag he was carrying, the loud thump startling both of the women, and then grabbed Charity’s arm as he showed both of them the large knife in his hand.

“I am Hell, and I am here today to rob you,” he said quietly, “questions?”

“Oh, go away…”

“Faith,” Chairty said as the grip on her arm tightened, “please. He means it. That’s not a toy…”

“I always say what I mean – because Hell is honest and never lies. You,” he said as he looked at Hope, “close the curtains and then sit back down with your sister, hands on your lap.”

Hope looked at Faith, who slowly nodded as Charity stood there. She stood up and walked to the windows, closing them before she sat back down.

“Good – take your phones out and toss them onto the seat over there.”

The two older women did as the masked boy had said, before he pushed Charity over and said “sit down, and keep quiet. Hell is in charge, so do nothing unless I tell you to do it, understand?”

The three women nodded as Hell looked at them the knife still visible as he reached into the bag and took out a length of rope. “You,” he said as he looked at Faith, “were you a Girl Guide?”

“Why?”

“WERE YOU?”

“Yes, yes I was – please don’t shout.”

“So, you know how to tie a knot,” he said with a smile, “take this rope, and use it to make sure your sister’s hands stay behind her back. Make sure it is tight- it would be worse if I have to do it again.”

Faith slowly nodded as she stood up, taking the rope and saying “Faith, stand up and put your hands behind your back – I’ll try not to hurt you.”

As he watched, the third girl stood and turned round, looking over her shoulder as Hope took her wrists, crossed them, and then used the rope to bind them tightly together.
As she tied the ends off, he said “good – sit down, and she’s going to tie the ankles of both of you together just as tightly.”

Faith slowly sat down next to Charity, thew two women looking at each other as Hope took the ropes Hell was holding, and knelt down, crossing and securing the ankles together as the rope rubbed on their leather boots.

When she had finished, she stood up and felt Hell taking her own wrists behind her back, biting her lower lip as the ropes rubbed on her bare wrists to hold them together. She was then sat on the other side of Charity, watching as Hell crossed and bound her own ankles tightly together, and then secured her legs together below her knees, moving along the line until all three could only twist their legs and move them from side to side.

“There,” he said as he stood up and started to empty their handbags and purses.

“How old are you – Seventeen? Eighteen?”

“Hell is as old as he needs to be – and is eternal, so mind your own business” he said as he looked at Charity and then went behind her. The three sisters looked at each other a sone by one he used longer ropes to secure their arm sot their sides, and then pushed white cloths int their mouths, the edges sticking out as he said “do not try to push those out – Hell can be very kind if you do as he says, and very angry if you do not.”

“Whhhdhuhshhuhhrhl,” Hope said as she looked at him.

“Life is Hell for me, so I am hell,” the masked man said quietly as he looked at all of them, “so sit still, stay quiet, and Hell will not have to do anything else to harm you.”

He looked at the three women and then walked out, Faith, Hope and Charity looking at each other as the edges of the white cloth sat between their lips.

“Chhnuhmhf?”

“Nthtrhhlh uh?”

Hope shook her head as they twisted round – and then looked at each other as the door opened and closed and a young girl called out “Mum – we’re back.”

“Hmmghhddnhhh,” Hope said quietly as an eleven-year-old girl came in. She had long blonde hair, and was wearing a blue denim blouse, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a matching belt tied round her waist dark leggings and a pair of knee length blood red leather boots with a short block heel. She also had a red and white checked infinity scarf hanging loosely round her neck and in front of her.

“Mum? What’s going on? Girls – get in here.”

“Girls?”

“Bhhbbhhmshshhrhh,” Hope said as the young girl turned and saw four of her friends walk in, all also wearing denim blouses and leggings, but with a variety of boots and infinity scarves completing their outfit. But they all had their hand son their head s- and then she saw the masked young man, and the knife in his gloved hand as he said, “and who do we have here?”

“I’m Bobbi – who are you?”

“I am Hell, and I am robbing this house – which means you young ladies have to be kept out of the way and kept quiet. You see what I have done with the older women?”

All five of them nodded as he said “Bobbi – come here, and stand at the end of the line, then put your hands behind your back.” The girls watched as Bobbi slowly walked over, putting her hands behind her back as Hell took rope from the bag, and then secured her wrists together behind her back. He then took the infinity scarf and pulled it between her lips, then used a rubber band to tighten the scarf at the back of her neck, the loops hanging down.

“Are you all right Bobbi,” the next girl in the lien said. She was one of the smallest girls, with a black infinity scarf that was at her throat, and brown suede ankle boots.

“She is fine,” Hell said as he put his gloved hand son her shoulders, Bobbi nodding as he said, “what’s your name?”

“Kate…”

“Kate, Hell is telling you to put your hands behind your back.” Ther young girl did as he said, her eyes starting to glisten as the ropes forced her wrists together, and then the black wool was pulled into her mouth, forcing the corners back as he used a rubber band it keep it in there.

“And your name,” he said as he went to the next girl. She also had long blonde hair and was wearing glasses, a pink scarf round her neck and her feet in a pair of brown fur lined Ugg boots.

“Sheila…”

“Hell thanks you Sheila – put your hands behind your back and remain calm.” Sheila nodded as he felt the rope rubbing on her bare wrists, and then opened her mouth as the pink cotton was pulled in, her lips closing over it as she felt the band pressing in on her cheeks and then the tightness against the back of her neck.

He then moved to the next girl, who was wearing a pair of knee-high burgundy red leather boots in the same style as Bobbi, and a floral print scarf her long red hair falling loosely.

“Yvette,” she said with a French accent.

“Très bien Yevette - L'enfer te dit de mettre tes mains derrière ton dos et de ne pas avoir peur. »

Yvette slowly nodded as she felt the latex gloved hands taking her wrists and crossing them, the rope round her wrists as they were held firmly together, and then the taste of the cotton on her tongue as it was used to gag her.

“Uhchchnshphkfhhrhsh?”

“Hell is a master of all,” the masked man said quietly as he put his hands on the shoulders of the final girl. She was smaller than Yvette, Bobbi and Kate, with light brown hair, wearing a purple leopard print scarf and a pair of tan leather boots. “and what is your name?”

“Kerry…”

“All right Kerry – it is your turn. Hell says put your hands behind your back.”

“Hrrughghrhlshhlrht,” Faith said as she looked at the line, seeing Kerry bite her lower lip as her wrists were secured. Bobbi nodded and said “htshhslrhthmhmwhbhrhf.”

“Ghhhddd….”

Kerry opened her mouth wide as Hell pulled the scarf back into her mouth and then closed her lips over it as he used a rubber band to keep it tight against the base of her neck.

“All right girls – Hell says sit on the floor and cross your ankles.”

Faith watched as her daughter and her four friends walked across the room and sat on the floor, crossing their ankles as the intruder took more ropes and worked along the line, the rope either squeaking on the leather or sinking into the soft material as their legs were secured together at their ankles and below their knees.

The five girls looked at each other, seeing the scarves getting darker at the corners of their mouths, as Hell stood up and said “do not move or try to push the gags out- or Hell will be upset. Nod if you understand.”

All five nodded as he saw the fear in their eyes – all except Kerry, who just nodded.

“Good – follow their example,” he said as he looked at Faith, Hope and Charity, the three older women nodding as he left the room again. Faith looked at Bobbi and said “Hmmshshrhhheuhffhdthshdhnthuh.”

“Hllbhbhrhffmhm,” Bobbi said, “whntnwhghrhls?”

The other four all nodded as they twisted their legs round, the room wondering where their captor had got to…



When Hell came back in, he opened his bag and placed a pillowcase inside, before retaking out more lengths of rope and walking over to the girls. One by one, starting with Bobbi and Kate, he tied the right arm of one girl to the left arm of the either, cinching the binding between the two girls, and making his way along the row so that they were secured together as well. He then took from his bag a wide roll of white tape and went over to Faith. Smiling, he pushed the white cloth all the way into her mouth and then pressed a long strip of the tape over her lips. as he did the same to Faith, Bobbi noticed the way her cheeks were puffed out, and the shape of her mother’s lips under the tape, before he did the same to her Aunt Charity.

Hell then walked over and pressed strips of the white tape over the lips each of the girls, as he said “Hell wants you all to stay very quiet. I am sure someone will find you soon.”

He looked at Kerry and then stood up, putting things back into his bag and then picking it up, the knife still in his free hand as he looked around the room, and then walked out, leaving them in the darkening room.

“Whtaadhwdhdhnhmhm?”

Bobbi looked at Faith before she wriggled forward and stood up, taking a moment to catch her breath before she started to jump to the doorway.

“Whhuuhghnnhn?”

“Thhdfhnhhkhnf…”



“are you sure you’re all right?”

He looked at his little sister as she sat in pajamas, sipping from the glass of milk. “I’m fine – it was just a surprise that’s all. Bobbi’s mum eventually cut herself free and freed us before the police arrived.” Taking another sip, she said “did you know I would be there?”

“no – but thank you for not ratting me out.”

“You are scary,” she said quietly, “but I know you would not really hurt me.”

He smiled as he said “thank you Kerry – now, bed…”