Family Hostages in the Seventies (MF/Fmf)
Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2026 9:20 pm
Another week of robberies…
Monday
It was eight in the morning, and in the suburban street fathers were driving off to work, mothers were seeing their kids off to school and then standing and sharing the local gossip with each other. In one house at the end of the road the front door opened and a man walked out, wearing a brown suit with a purple shirt and tie. He looked nervously round and then got into his car, reversing down the driveway and then heading off as the curtains twitched in the window of the main room.
“We’ve got eyes on him?”
“We have,” he said as he looked through to the kitchen, the breakfast still lying half eaten on the kitchen table. Listen out for the message, I am going to check on the family.”
He made his way to the staircase and walked up before he looked in the first room. Two boys were sitting on the bed, the eleven-year-old wearing a blue shirt and tie, dark blue shorts, grey socks and black shoes, while his seven-year-old brother was wearing a brown sweater and shorts brown socks and brown shoes.
They were sitting back-to-back, their arms linked and their wrists tied together in front of themselves, then tied to their legs above their knees while more rope held their ankles together. They turned their head sot look at him, the edges of the white napkins sticking out from their mouths as he checked the ropes and said, “You’re doing great – sit still, and don’t spit them out, or I make sure they can’t come out.” They both nodded as he left, closing the door and then making his way to the next room.
There were two girls with strawberry blonde hair lying on the ned. The eleven-year-old was wearing a purple and white dress with a short skirt, the top of the dress designed to look like a waistcoat, white socks and shoes, while her nine year old sister was wearing a similar dress in orange and white, her waistcoat with a little band on the front, as well as white socks and black shoes. They both had their wrists tied together in front of themselves, resting on their laps, with bands of rope round their upper arms and body, their ankles and their legs below their knees. They also had brown sticking plaster pressed down over their mouths as they stared at him.
He walked over and brushed their hair away from their eyes, as he said, “just remain calm” and then left the room, walking to the final bedroom. Their mother was lying on their bed, her wrists and ankles spread out and secured to the four posters of the bed as she looked at the man over the sticking plaster that covered her mouth. She was wearing a green cardigan and mini skirt, a white blouse under the cardigan, and pink knee length suede boots.
“Whtssshhhndhthmhhsbhnd, mhfhmhlh,” she mumbled as he looked at her.
“Your husband is doing what he needs to do,” he said as he looked at her, “so be patient. All will be well soon…”
She nodded as he walked back down to the front room. “Check them every fifteen minutes,” he said to the second man, “and make sure the telephone recording machine is working. I will be in the kitchen – might as well have some of that coffee…
Tuesday
“You don’t have to do this…”
“Lady, I told you – just do what I tell you, and nobody gets hurt?” The man looked at Joan through his dark glasses as she held her twelve-year-old daughter Jackie. Her dark brown hair was piled in a beehive on her head, while Jackie’s was cut in a page boy bob, but the mother and daughter were dressed in the same style of clothes. Jackie was wearing a red skirt and waistcoat over a long-sleeved white top with a round neck and lace cuffs, as well as knee length white boots.
As for Joan, she was wearing a pair of red hot pants and waistcoat over a white blouse with a large collar and gathered cuffs, as well as her own tight white leather boots. She had picked Jackie up from school after her shift in the bar and come home to find the intruder inside – but the knife he was holding was proving a most persuasive argument for both of them.
“Mummy?”
“It’s all right,” Joan said as she looked at Jackie, and then said, “so what do you want us to do?”
“Lie face down,” the man said to Joan, “on the couch – the kids stand in front of you.”
“Do what he says,” Joan said as she let Jackie go and then laid on her stomach, watching as the man took a roll of tape and knelt behind Jackie, taking her hands behind her back. She heard the ripping sound as he taped her daughter’s wrists together behind her back, and then wrapped the tape round her upper body, before he walked over and took Joan’s wrists behind her back.
She felt the tug on her skin as her wrists were taped together, and then the pressure on her ankles as he secured them together as well. Jackie then watched as he helped her mother to sit up and taped her legs together below her knees, as well as a band of tape round her arms and body as well.
“Sit next to your mummy, kid.”
Jakie pushed herself onto the couch next to Joan, watching as the man taped her ankles and legs together as well, before strips of tape were pressed down over their mouths to keep them quiet.
The man then helped Jackie to lie on the couch, her head on Joan’s lap, before he picked up his bag and left them to try and get free…
Wednesday
Tonia smiled as she said, “well now, you two look amazing.”
“Thank you, Aunt Tonia,” her eleven-year-old nieces Carol and Fiona said as they stood in the main room of her flat above her jewellery shop. Carol had shoulder length blonde hair, and Fiona short brown hair, bit both were wearing short sleeved black minidresses, with white socks and shoes.
“So, when do we go to the ABC,” Fiona said, “I really want to watch the Disney film.”
“Let me go and get my purse,” Tonia said as she stood up. The young woman was wearing a white short sleeved top with a Greek pattern on the front, a grey mini skirt, and white PVC knee length boots. The two girls sat down and started talking as she went to the kitchen – and then stared at the sawn off shotgun which was pointed at her, the balaclava masked man holding it growling as he said, “back into the front room -your nieces are going to be playing a different role today.”
Tonia slowly raised her hands in the air and walked in front of the masked man, two more following him as they went into the room, and then she heard her nieces scream.
“Stop screaming or I hurt you,” the armed man said as the other two walked past her, kneeling behind the two girls and pulling their hands behind their backs before they used thin ropes to secure their wrists together.
“Please, they’re just kids…”
“Well, they need to be well behaved kids and not struggle,” the armed man said as rolled up cloths were pulled between the lips of both of them, stifling their words before they were made to lie face down on the floor and the men started to bind their ankles together. “You – come with me.”
Tonia was dragged back into the kitchen as the man said, “pick up your keys”, before they walked down the metal stairs at the back and into the year. She unlocked the back door to her store as she was marched in, the man putting the gun down and then pulling her hands behind her back before he started to bind them together.
“Look, take what you want, m” she said as the thin rope bit into the skin of her wrists, “just let me go back to the girls before you go.”
“Stand the, say nothing,” the man said as he took the large bag he had been carrying and emptied the trays into it, Tonia forced to watch as he robbed her, before he took a bandana and gagged her as well.
He frog marched her back into the flat, where she saw the twins lying on the floor, looking up with their rankles tied to their wrists as well. She was then made to lie on the couch again, her ankles crossed and secured before she was place din a hogtie as well, the men leaving the three of them as they left.
“Hnnthnhhee?”
“Whllbhllrhtghrls,” Tonai mumbled as she looked round the room, hoping a policeman would notice the lights had been left flashing downstairs…
Thursday
Wilma Dearing was sitting in the dimmed front room, the curtains drawn over the windows, the clock showing two o’clock as she looked over. She was wearing a dress with white sleeves and collar, a design that had a purple waistcoat and a straight skirt, as well as her knee length white boots.
“Tell me again what you are going to do?”
“If the telephone rings and it’s a neighbour, I will tell them I will ring them back. If they ask for the Lady of the house, I have to give the phone to you.”
“That’s right,” the stocking masked woman said as she looked at her. She was wearing a tight black jumper and leggings with knee length boots, “you give it to me. Do what we say, you and your daughters will be in no trouble.”
Wilma nodded as she looked at her daughters. Betty was ten years old, her blonde hair cut in a bob, and was wearing a dress designed to have a black waistcoat over a light blue blouse, and a skirt with a hexagonal floral style print on it, as well as knee length white boots. Her eight-year-old sister Judy was also wearing white boots but in her case the outfit was a white jumper with the sleeves pulled up past her elbows, and a floral print grey skirt.
They were staring at the masked woman as the telephone rang, and Wilma slowly answered it.
“Hello?
“Oh – no the girls have come down with a cold so they’re resting. I need to get on with some work Celia – I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Very good,” the masked woman said as Wilma put the telephone handset down, and she went back to her chair. Looking at the girls, she said “Just keep calm, we’re going to be all right.”
As the telephone rang again, Wilam jumped up and walked over, picking up the handset as she said “yes?”
She then handed the phone to the masked woman, who took it and said “what does he say?
“I see,” she then said as she handed the handset to Wilma and said “be – persuasive.” She nodded as she said “Steve – Steve listen and don’t say anything. One of them is here with em and the girls – do as they say, or we are the ones who will get hurt.
“Steve, they’re not joking,” she said as the woman walked towards the two girls, Judy pulling up her legs as she whispered “mommy…”
“STEVE- PLEASE!!!” Wilma listened and then handed the handset back to the masked woman, who said “yeah?
“Good – talk to you soon.” She put the handset down as Wilam walked over and hugged her daughters, before reaching into a bag and taking out a roll of white medical tape.
“It’s time,” she said quietly, “lie down and put your hands behind your back…”
The sun was starting to go down as the police car drew up outside the house, the two officers getting out and walking in as one called out “Mrs Dearing?”
“HNNHHHRRRR!”
They both went into the front room to see Wilma lying on her back along a couch, her hands behind her back and a band of white tape holding her ankles together, another strip over her mouth as she tried to move and her boots squeaked. She was not the only one making a squeaking noise – Betty and Judy were sat on the armchairs, their hands behind their backs and tape round their ankles as well as over their mouths, both of them trying to get free…
Friday
As Heather held her baby son, watching him drink the bottle, her gaze kept going back to her older daughter and son. Hannah was wearing a fur vest over a white minidress, and white sandals while Henry was wearing a blue polo shirt and short, with grey socks and black shoes.
The two children were sat on the blue couch, looking back at their mother, but they were not able to say much – the rolled up white cloths that were sticking out between their lips kept them quiet, while the twine that ran from their bound wrists to their ankles made sure they could not leave where they were seated.
The grey-haired man watching them was wearing a denim jacket and jeans with a white t-shirt, the knife on his lap as he sat on the other armchair. They had burst in and tied up the older children - his partner was upstairs, changing into some of her husband’s clothes.
“How’s the little one doing,” he said as he looked over.
“I’ll need to wind him after,” Heather said quietly as her son continued to drink.
“Of course – when he’s asleep, just put him in the bassinette, and we’ll make sure you can’t raise the alarm as well.”
Heather slowly nodded as her son let go of the bottle, and she put him over her shoulder, gently rubbing his back as he laid his chin on the towel, before she heard the burb and lowered him down. He smiled as his eyes slowly closed and she stood up, laying him in the basket before she sat back down.
“Go and get changed,” the younger man said as he came down, now wearing some of her husband’s casual clothes. As the older man went upstairs, he took the towel from her shoulder and rolled it up, before he said open your mouth.” She tasted the milk on her tongue as the rolled-up cloth was pushed into her mouth, her lips around the sides, before he picked up the ball of twine and made a small loop.
“Hands in prayer,” he said as Heather stared at him, the sleeveless floral dress barely covering her lap and the white boots covering her legs. She felt thee twin on her bare wrists as it was pulled tight, the man taking it around and between her arms before he pulled it down and secured her ankles in the same way.
Cutting the twine with the knife, he tied it off and then stood up, watching them until his partner came back down and they left the family to try and call for help…
Saturday
The two boys were lying on the floor, their bound ankles pulled back and then secured to the rope that was holding their wrists together, their cheeks puffed out by the cloth that had been pushed in and kept in place by the brown sticking plaster covering their mouths.
As they heard the men search the room at the rear of the house, they looked up to where their babysitter was lying along the couch. The nineteen-year-old was wearing a sleeveless white top with red cherries at the neck, and brown floral capri pants with white sandals, but she also had her wrists tied together behind her back, rope around her ankles, and sticking plaster over her stuffed mouth.
She heard the cry of “What the…” from upstairs as the man came through, picked up a bag and then ran up the stairs…
“Neither of you make a move,” the second man said as he looked at the two girls. Yvonne was sixteen years old and was wearing a black pinafore mini dress that was zipped up the front, a tan roll neck sweater under the dress. And knee length black leather boots which were zipped up the side. Her fifteen-year-old sister Ashley was wearing a similar outfit, except her knee length boots were tightly laced up the front, and her pinafore dress was made of black leather.
They both had their hands raised in the air as the man came in, putting the bag down and then going on the bed behind them as he pulled Yvonne’s arms down and took her hands behind her back. She bit her lower lip, trying not to cry as she felt the rope forcing her wrists together, and then heard her sister’s gasp as the man made sure Ashley’s wrists were secured behind her back as well.
“Yvee…”
“I know – the boys must be tied up with our babysitter,” Yvonne said as the man knelt in front of them and began to use more thin rope to bind their ankles together as well, the rope making the leather squeak as it was pulled tighter.
“Open those mouths.”
The two girls looked at each other before they were made to open their mouths, large cloths pushed in and pushing their cheeks out before strips of brown sticky plaster were pressed firmly down over their mouths.
The were pushed back onto the bread and rolled onto their sides, their ankles pulled back so they were left hogtied before the two men left the room, both of them hoping their parents would not be late back…
Sunday
“Where are Mummy and Daddy?”
“I’m not sure Timmy,” Kerry said as she looked at her six-year-old brother, “but the four of us are going to be in here, and we can make a game of what is going to happen, all right?”
Timmy slowly nodded as he hugged his sister. The flaxen haired boy was wearing a red polo shirt and checked pants, Kerry hugging him back as she looked at the men and said “look – I can see what you are doing. Let me take care of my brother, and then you can tie me up.”
“Okay,” one of the men said as they knelt behind her other two sisters. Georgia and Summer were ten years old, Georgia wearing a blue sleeveless top with white trim and a rose on the front, a white skirt and white go-go boots. Summer was wearing a blue checked pinafore dress over a long-sleeved white blouse with red roses, and a pair of black knee length boots.
Both girls had their hands behind their backs, the two men making sure their wrists were held together with rope before turning them back-to-back and passing a longer rope round both of them to hold them together. They both had ropes holding their ankles together and their legs below their knees, both of them talking to reassure each other as the men finished binding them.
They then gagged both girls with white medical tape, before one of them passed Kerry some lengths of rope. “All right Timmy,” she said quietly, “turn round and put your hands behind your back. I’m not going to hurt you, but the men insist we all are the same.”
“You’ll stay with me, Ketty?”
“I will,” Kerry said as she used the skills she had learned at Girl Guides to secure his wrists together behind his back, and then a longer length to keep his arms by his sides. As she tied it off, she said “it doesn’t hurt, does it Timmy.”
“No,” Timmy said as he twisted round, then he sat on the floor as Kerry took more ropes from the man, hearing her sisters’ soft cries as she made sure Timmy’s ankles and legs were tied in the same way, and then she held the strip of sticking plaster in her hands.
“Stay calm, just breathe through your nose,” she said, Timmy nodding as she pressed the plaster down over his mouth, and then put her own hands behind her back as she felt the man hold her wrists, and then the rope round them as they were bound tightly together.
“We’ll all be the same, so we help each other, all right,” she said as her arms were forced against her sides, the other girls nodding as they twisted round, while Kerry waited for the man to finish binding her before she sat next to Timmy and stretched her legs out. She was wearing a short sleeved mini dress with a light check on the white material, knee length white socks and white shoes.
Timmy watched as the man used bands of rope to hold his sister’s ankles and legs together, and then as the brown plaster was pressed down over her mouth as well, as she looked round the room.
“Muhhmhhndhddh?”
“With my friends,” the man said as they sat and watched the children, their parents in the master bedroom, bound, gagged, watching as they were being robbed…
Monday
It was eight in the morning, and in the suburban street fathers were driving off to work, mothers were seeing their kids off to school and then standing and sharing the local gossip with each other. In one house at the end of the road the front door opened and a man walked out, wearing a brown suit with a purple shirt and tie. He looked nervously round and then got into his car, reversing down the driveway and then heading off as the curtains twitched in the window of the main room.
“We’ve got eyes on him?”
“We have,” he said as he looked through to the kitchen, the breakfast still lying half eaten on the kitchen table. Listen out for the message, I am going to check on the family.”
He made his way to the staircase and walked up before he looked in the first room. Two boys were sitting on the bed, the eleven-year-old wearing a blue shirt and tie, dark blue shorts, grey socks and black shoes, while his seven-year-old brother was wearing a brown sweater and shorts brown socks and brown shoes.
They were sitting back-to-back, their arms linked and their wrists tied together in front of themselves, then tied to their legs above their knees while more rope held their ankles together. They turned their head sot look at him, the edges of the white napkins sticking out from their mouths as he checked the ropes and said, “You’re doing great – sit still, and don’t spit them out, or I make sure they can’t come out.” They both nodded as he left, closing the door and then making his way to the next room.
There were two girls with strawberry blonde hair lying on the ned. The eleven-year-old was wearing a purple and white dress with a short skirt, the top of the dress designed to look like a waistcoat, white socks and shoes, while her nine year old sister was wearing a similar dress in orange and white, her waistcoat with a little band on the front, as well as white socks and black shoes. They both had their wrists tied together in front of themselves, resting on their laps, with bands of rope round their upper arms and body, their ankles and their legs below their knees. They also had brown sticking plaster pressed down over their mouths as they stared at him.
He walked over and brushed their hair away from their eyes, as he said, “just remain calm” and then left the room, walking to the final bedroom. Their mother was lying on their bed, her wrists and ankles spread out and secured to the four posters of the bed as she looked at the man over the sticking plaster that covered her mouth. She was wearing a green cardigan and mini skirt, a white blouse under the cardigan, and pink knee length suede boots.
“Whtssshhhndhthmhhsbhnd, mhfhmhlh,” she mumbled as he looked at her.
“Your husband is doing what he needs to do,” he said as he looked at her, “so be patient. All will be well soon…”
She nodded as he walked back down to the front room. “Check them every fifteen minutes,” he said to the second man, “and make sure the telephone recording machine is working. I will be in the kitchen – might as well have some of that coffee…
Tuesday
“You don’t have to do this…”
“Lady, I told you – just do what I tell you, and nobody gets hurt?” The man looked at Joan through his dark glasses as she held her twelve-year-old daughter Jackie. Her dark brown hair was piled in a beehive on her head, while Jackie’s was cut in a page boy bob, but the mother and daughter were dressed in the same style of clothes. Jackie was wearing a red skirt and waistcoat over a long-sleeved white top with a round neck and lace cuffs, as well as knee length white boots.
As for Joan, she was wearing a pair of red hot pants and waistcoat over a white blouse with a large collar and gathered cuffs, as well as her own tight white leather boots. She had picked Jackie up from school after her shift in the bar and come home to find the intruder inside – but the knife he was holding was proving a most persuasive argument for both of them.
“Mummy?”
“It’s all right,” Joan said as she looked at Jackie, and then said, “so what do you want us to do?”
“Lie face down,” the man said to Joan, “on the couch – the kids stand in front of you.”
“Do what he says,” Joan said as she let Jackie go and then laid on her stomach, watching as the man took a roll of tape and knelt behind Jackie, taking her hands behind her back. She heard the ripping sound as he taped her daughter’s wrists together behind her back, and then wrapped the tape round her upper body, before he walked over and took Joan’s wrists behind her back.
She felt the tug on her skin as her wrists were taped together, and then the pressure on her ankles as he secured them together as well. Jackie then watched as he helped her mother to sit up and taped her legs together below her knees, as well as a band of tape round her arms and body as well.
“Sit next to your mummy, kid.”
Jakie pushed herself onto the couch next to Joan, watching as the man taped her ankles and legs together as well, before strips of tape were pressed down over their mouths to keep them quiet.
The man then helped Jackie to lie on the couch, her head on Joan’s lap, before he picked up his bag and left them to try and get free…
Wednesday
Tonia smiled as she said, “well now, you two look amazing.”
“Thank you, Aunt Tonia,” her eleven-year-old nieces Carol and Fiona said as they stood in the main room of her flat above her jewellery shop. Carol had shoulder length blonde hair, and Fiona short brown hair, bit both were wearing short sleeved black minidresses, with white socks and shoes.
“So, when do we go to the ABC,” Fiona said, “I really want to watch the Disney film.”
“Let me go and get my purse,” Tonia said as she stood up. The young woman was wearing a white short sleeved top with a Greek pattern on the front, a grey mini skirt, and white PVC knee length boots. The two girls sat down and started talking as she went to the kitchen – and then stared at the sawn off shotgun which was pointed at her, the balaclava masked man holding it growling as he said, “back into the front room -your nieces are going to be playing a different role today.”
Tonia slowly raised her hands in the air and walked in front of the masked man, two more following him as they went into the room, and then she heard her nieces scream.
“Stop screaming or I hurt you,” the armed man said as the other two walked past her, kneeling behind the two girls and pulling their hands behind their backs before they used thin ropes to secure their wrists together.
“Please, they’re just kids…”
“Well, they need to be well behaved kids and not struggle,” the armed man said as rolled up cloths were pulled between the lips of both of them, stifling their words before they were made to lie face down on the floor and the men started to bind their ankles together. “You – come with me.”
Tonia was dragged back into the kitchen as the man said, “pick up your keys”, before they walked down the metal stairs at the back and into the year. She unlocked the back door to her store as she was marched in, the man putting the gun down and then pulling her hands behind her back before he started to bind them together.
“Look, take what you want, m” she said as the thin rope bit into the skin of her wrists, “just let me go back to the girls before you go.”
“Stand the, say nothing,” the man said as he took the large bag he had been carrying and emptied the trays into it, Tonia forced to watch as he robbed her, before he took a bandana and gagged her as well.
He frog marched her back into the flat, where she saw the twins lying on the floor, looking up with their rankles tied to their wrists as well. She was then made to lie on the couch again, her ankles crossed and secured before she was place din a hogtie as well, the men leaving the three of them as they left.
“Hnnthnhhee?”
“Whllbhllrhtghrls,” Tonai mumbled as she looked round the room, hoping a policeman would notice the lights had been left flashing downstairs…
Thursday
Wilma Dearing was sitting in the dimmed front room, the curtains drawn over the windows, the clock showing two o’clock as she looked over. She was wearing a dress with white sleeves and collar, a design that had a purple waistcoat and a straight skirt, as well as her knee length white boots.
“Tell me again what you are going to do?”
“If the telephone rings and it’s a neighbour, I will tell them I will ring them back. If they ask for the Lady of the house, I have to give the phone to you.”
“That’s right,” the stocking masked woman said as she looked at her. She was wearing a tight black jumper and leggings with knee length boots, “you give it to me. Do what we say, you and your daughters will be in no trouble.”
Wilma nodded as she looked at her daughters. Betty was ten years old, her blonde hair cut in a bob, and was wearing a dress designed to have a black waistcoat over a light blue blouse, and a skirt with a hexagonal floral style print on it, as well as knee length white boots. Her eight-year-old sister Judy was also wearing white boots but in her case the outfit was a white jumper with the sleeves pulled up past her elbows, and a floral print grey skirt.
They were staring at the masked woman as the telephone rang, and Wilma slowly answered it.
“Hello?
“Oh – no the girls have come down with a cold so they’re resting. I need to get on with some work Celia – I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Very good,” the masked woman said as Wilma put the telephone handset down, and she went back to her chair. Looking at the girls, she said “Just keep calm, we’re going to be all right.”
As the telephone rang again, Wilam jumped up and walked over, picking up the handset as she said “yes?”
She then handed the phone to the masked woman, who took it and said “what does he say?
“I see,” she then said as she handed the handset to Wilma and said “be – persuasive.” She nodded as she said “Steve – Steve listen and don’t say anything. One of them is here with em and the girls – do as they say, or we are the ones who will get hurt.
“Steve, they’re not joking,” she said as the woman walked towards the two girls, Judy pulling up her legs as she whispered “mommy…”
“STEVE- PLEASE!!!” Wilma listened and then handed the handset back to the masked woman, who said “yeah?
“Good – talk to you soon.” She put the handset down as Wilam walked over and hugged her daughters, before reaching into a bag and taking out a roll of white medical tape.
“It’s time,” she said quietly, “lie down and put your hands behind your back…”
The sun was starting to go down as the police car drew up outside the house, the two officers getting out and walking in as one called out “Mrs Dearing?”
“HNNHHHRRRR!”
They both went into the front room to see Wilma lying on her back along a couch, her hands behind her back and a band of white tape holding her ankles together, another strip over her mouth as she tried to move and her boots squeaked. She was not the only one making a squeaking noise – Betty and Judy were sat on the armchairs, their hands behind their backs and tape round their ankles as well as over their mouths, both of them trying to get free…
Friday
As Heather held her baby son, watching him drink the bottle, her gaze kept going back to her older daughter and son. Hannah was wearing a fur vest over a white minidress, and white sandals while Henry was wearing a blue polo shirt and short, with grey socks and black shoes.
The two children were sat on the blue couch, looking back at their mother, but they were not able to say much – the rolled up white cloths that were sticking out between their lips kept them quiet, while the twine that ran from their bound wrists to their ankles made sure they could not leave where they were seated.
The grey-haired man watching them was wearing a denim jacket and jeans with a white t-shirt, the knife on his lap as he sat on the other armchair. They had burst in and tied up the older children - his partner was upstairs, changing into some of her husband’s clothes.
“How’s the little one doing,” he said as he looked over.
“I’ll need to wind him after,” Heather said quietly as her son continued to drink.
“Of course – when he’s asleep, just put him in the bassinette, and we’ll make sure you can’t raise the alarm as well.”
Heather slowly nodded as her son let go of the bottle, and she put him over her shoulder, gently rubbing his back as he laid his chin on the towel, before she heard the burb and lowered him down. He smiled as his eyes slowly closed and she stood up, laying him in the basket before she sat back down.
“Go and get changed,” the younger man said as he came down, now wearing some of her husband’s casual clothes. As the older man went upstairs, he took the towel from her shoulder and rolled it up, before he said open your mouth.” She tasted the milk on her tongue as the rolled-up cloth was pushed into her mouth, her lips around the sides, before he picked up the ball of twine and made a small loop.
“Hands in prayer,” he said as Heather stared at him, the sleeveless floral dress barely covering her lap and the white boots covering her legs. She felt thee twin on her bare wrists as it was pulled tight, the man taking it around and between her arms before he pulled it down and secured her ankles in the same way.
Cutting the twine with the knife, he tied it off and then stood up, watching them until his partner came back down and they left the family to try and call for help…
Saturday
The two boys were lying on the floor, their bound ankles pulled back and then secured to the rope that was holding their wrists together, their cheeks puffed out by the cloth that had been pushed in and kept in place by the brown sticking plaster covering their mouths.
As they heard the men search the room at the rear of the house, they looked up to where their babysitter was lying along the couch. The nineteen-year-old was wearing a sleeveless white top with red cherries at the neck, and brown floral capri pants with white sandals, but she also had her wrists tied together behind her back, rope around her ankles, and sticking plaster over her stuffed mouth.
She heard the cry of “What the…” from upstairs as the man came through, picked up a bag and then ran up the stairs…
“Neither of you make a move,” the second man said as he looked at the two girls. Yvonne was sixteen years old and was wearing a black pinafore mini dress that was zipped up the front, a tan roll neck sweater under the dress. And knee length black leather boots which were zipped up the side. Her fifteen-year-old sister Ashley was wearing a similar outfit, except her knee length boots were tightly laced up the front, and her pinafore dress was made of black leather.
They both had their hands raised in the air as the man came in, putting the bag down and then going on the bed behind them as he pulled Yvonne’s arms down and took her hands behind her back. She bit her lower lip, trying not to cry as she felt the rope forcing her wrists together, and then heard her sister’s gasp as the man made sure Ashley’s wrists were secured behind her back as well.
“Yvee…”
“I know – the boys must be tied up with our babysitter,” Yvonne said as the man knelt in front of them and began to use more thin rope to bind their ankles together as well, the rope making the leather squeak as it was pulled tighter.
“Open those mouths.”
The two girls looked at each other before they were made to open their mouths, large cloths pushed in and pushing their cheeks out before strips of brown sticky plaster were pressed firmly down over their mouths.
The were pushed back onto the bread and rolled onto their sides, their ankles pulled back so they were left hogtied before the two men left the room, both of them hoping their parents would not be late back…
Sunday
“Where are Mummy and Daddy?”
“I’m not sure Timmy,” Kerry said as she looked at her six-year-old brother, “but the four of us are going to be in here, and we can make a game of what is going to happen, all right?”
Timmy slowly nodded as he hugged his sister. The flaxen haired boy was wearing a red polo shirt and checked pants, Kerry hugging him back as she looked at the men and said “look – I can see what you are doing. Let me take care of my brother, and then you can tie me up.”
“Okay,” one of the men said as they knelt behind her other two sisters. Georgia and Summer were ten years old, Georgia wearing a blue sleeveless top with white trim and a rose on the front, a white skirt and white go-go boots. Summer was wearing a blue checked pinafore dress over a long-sleeved white blouse with red roses, and a pair of black knee length boots.
Both girls had their hands behind their backs, the two men making sure their wrists were held together with rope before turning them back-to-back and passing a longer rope round both of them to hold them together. They both had ropes holding their ankles together and their legs below their knees, both of them talking to reassure each other as the men finished binding them.
They then gagged both girls with white medical tape, before one of them passed Kerry some lengths of rope. “All right Timmy,” she said quietly, “turn round and put your hands behind your back. I’m not going to hurt you, but the men insist we all are the same.”
“You’ll stay with me, Ketty?”
“I will,” Kerry said as she used the skills she had learned at Girl Guides to secure his wrists together behind his back, and then a longer length to keep his arms by his sides. As she tied it off, she said “it doesn’t hurt, does it Timmy.”
“No,” Timmy said as he twisted round, then he sat on the floor as Kerry took more ropes from the man, hearing her sisters’ soft cries as she made sure Timmy’s ankles and legs were tied in the same way, and then she held the strip of sticking plaster in her hands.
“Stay calm, just breathe through your nose,” she said, Timmy nodding as she pressed the plaster down over his mouth, and then put her own hands behind her back as she felt the man hold her wrists, and then the rope round them as they were bound tightly together.
“We’ll all be the same, so we help each other, all right,” she said as her arms were forced against her sides, the other girls nodding as they twisted round, while Kerry waited for the man to finish binding her before she sat next to Timmy and stretched her legs out. She was wearing a short sleeved mini dress with a light check on the white material, knee length white socks and white shoes.
Timmy watched as the man used bands of rope to hold his sister’s ankles and legs together, and then as the brown plaster was pressed down over her mouth as well, as she looked round the room.
“Muhhmhhndhddh?”
“With my friends,” the man said as they sat and watched the children, their parents in the master bedroom, bound, gagged, watching as they were being robbed…