Don Turtelli
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Eliza's Revenge (part one)
The outside rain continued to hit off the upstair windows, making a continuous dashing sound, which could be heard clearly in the basement. The basement was darkly lit and was also slightly damp. The walls were unpainted for years and the ceiling was showing cracks. In the far right corner of the basement was a black wooden trunk. Across, in the left corner, was an unused furnace.
Apart from these, the only other objects in the basement were two black leather reclining seats, which were in the reclined position, resting in the centre of the room. Lying secured to these seats were Sandra and Kym. Both their arms were pinned back over their heads by thick white nylon rope, as were their waists and feet.
Sandra was clothed in just her dark navy bra and black silk trousers. She was aged forty, and was still an attractive woman. She had tanned skin, dark blue eyes and unlengthy thick brunette hair. Her bodily figure was also curvaceous. Her daughter Kym was eighteen years of age. She did not have the tanned skin of her mother but was equally as curvaceous. She was taller in height as well. She had almost snow blond hair and light blue eyes. She was also stripped down to her bra, which was white, and wore plain white tracksuit bottoms. Like Sandra also, Kym's footware had been removed.
"What are we going to do mom?" asked an almost trembling Kym, " I can't stand much more of this". "We'll just have to be strong Kym" replied Sandra " they'll let us go eventually".
The door at the top of the basement steps suddenly swung open. One of their captors walked slightly in. A cold steady voice filled the basement like a chilling mist. "We're back".
Two days previously, on a dull September evening, Sandra and Kym were at home looking through a 'buy and sell' magazine. They needed a television for the kitchen. They had been to the electrical store but could not find a tv between fifteen inches and seventeen inches in size, so that it would fit into the gap in the kitchen wall. It was Kym who the ad; ' sixteen inch tv for sale, brand new, unwanted gift, will sell for half price'. "Perfect" said Sandra. She rang the number and arranged to collect it. "Very nice woman as well" Sandra said about the seller.
The day after, a Friday, Sandra's husband, Kym's father, was going on a business trip for a month so they went to see him off. It was Saturday morning before they left to collect the tv. "How far away is this mom?" asked Kym. "Bout an hour, not too bad" said Sandra. They left after they had breakfast, at about ten in the morning.
They drove with the radio on, some country station. It was a particularly bright and sunny morning. The weatherman then came on the radio saying that heavy rain was to be expected. Both Kym and Sandra laughed at this, because it was so bright at the moment.
They reached the address in just under an hour. It was situated on a quiet street of about twenty similar houses. The house were all two storey, built of painted white wood. They both walked up to the house together. The house was second from the corner leading off to another street facing west.
They had to step into the porch to ring the doorbell. It was Sandra who rang the bell. The door was quickly opened by a short heavy squat woman with vey sharp facial features. Sandra and Kym felt a sudden shock as they recognised the woman. They were then both suddenly grabbed from behind. They could not turn to face whoever had grabbed them. The woman who answered the door produced a handgun from her pocket. "Don't try anything stupid" she said menacingly.
The outside rain continued to hit off the upstair windows, making a continuous dashing sound, which could be heard clearly in the basement. The basement was darkly lit and was also slightly damp. The walls were unpainted for years and the ceiling was showing cracks. In the far right corner of the basement was a black wooden trunk. Across, in the left corner, was an unused furnace.
Apart from these, the only other objects in the basement were two black leather reclining seats, which were in the reclined position, resting in the centre of the room. Lying secured to these seats were Sandra and Kym. Both their arms were pinned back over their heads by thick white nylon rope, as were their waists and feet.
Sandra was clothed in just her dark navy bra and black silk trousers. She was aged forty, and was still an attractive woman. She had tanned skin, dark blue eyes and unlengthy thick brunette hair. Her bodily figure was also curvaceous. Her daughter Kym was eighteen years of age. She did not have the tanned skin of her mother but was equally as curvaceous. She was taller in height as well. She had almost snow blond hair and light blue eyes. She was also stripped down to her bra, which was white, and wore plain white tracksuit bottoms. Like Sandra also, Kym's footware had been removed.
"What are we going to do mom?" asked an almost trembling Kym, " I can't stand much more of this". "We'll just have to be strong Kym" replied Sandra " they'll let us go eventually".
The door at the top of the basement steps suddenly swung open. One of their captors walked slightly in. A cold steady voice filled the basement like a chilling mist. "We're back".
Two days previously, on a dull September evening, Sandra and Kym were at home looking through a 'buy and sell' magazine. They needed a television for the kitchen. They had been to the electrical store but could not find a tv between fifteen inches and seventeen inches in size, so that it would fit into the gap in the kitchen wall. It was Kym who the ad; ' sixteen inch tv for sale, brand new, unwanted gift, will sell for half price'. "Perfect" said Sandra. She rang the number and arranged to collect it. "Very nice woman as well" Sandra said about the seller.
The day after, a Friday, Sandra's husband, Kym's father, was going on a business trip for a month so they went to see him off. It was Saturday morning before they left to collect the tv. "How far away is this mom?" asked Kym. "Bout an hour, not too bad" said Sandra. They left after they had breakfast, at about ten in the morning.
They drove with the radio on, some country station. It was a particularly bright and sunny morning. The weatherman then came on the radio saying that heavy rain was to be expected. Both Kym and Sandra laughed at this, because it was so bright at the moment.
They reached the address in just under an hour. It was situated on a quiet street of about twenty similar houses. The house were all two storey, built of painted white wood. They both walked up to the house together. The house was second from the corner leading off to another street facing west.
They had to step into the porch to ring the doorbell. It was Sandra who rang the bell. The door was quickly opened by a short heavy squat woman with vey sharp facial features. Sandra and Kym felt a sudden shock as they recognised the woman. They were then both suddenly grabbed from behind. They could not turn to face whoever had grabbed them. The woman who answered the door produced a handgun from her pocket. "Don't try anything stupid" she said menacingly.
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