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* Her eyes opened wide with astonishment when he returned to the room. " He put the electric saw down on the leather sofa and took her hand. I'm just going to cut through the lid at the four corners which ought to release it enough to let us get the screwdriver underneath it fully and get some proper leverage on it..." He looked down at his hand, which was beginning to throb painfully, "... Sheila was edging closer and closer as if hypnotised and drawn toward the box by some kind of spell and the second lid was beginning to open, both halves raising themselves upwards like Tower Bridge and more and more smoke was pumping out and into the small lounge. So thick that they could no longer see the walls of the room. Meanwhile her hands were stroking gently at her captive's body. The captive pulled a number of faces, smiling, frowning and generally grimacing until she had worked the stiffness out of her jaw, but she was still tied up, still blindfolded and still naked. Her arms, pinioned as they were to her sides, were trying to move and her fingers, held uselessly inert by the mittens and the straps, seemed to be trying to flex. A low keening noise that seemed to be coming from Bandy herself and then, all of a sudden and for no apparent reason, as both Bill and Sheila looked on powerless to intervene, her whole body began to shake violently. The writer asserts the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. "Well," he said slowly, "You could try Bandy's helmet for starters." Sheila came slowly upright. "Well the smoked stopped fairly quickly, didn't it?

" He looked at her quizzically for a moment and then it dawned on him. All the times she had been blindfolded and her ears plugged. And all the time she was whistling something, fairly tunelessly, through her teeth. " He slapped them into her hand as if giving them to a surgeon. Trying to pry it open with the screwdriver had proved a disaster and had left him with a cut hand and her with a torn top. She can't stay in there forever and we're just making things worse! I always hear YOU.." He winced at the still quite painful memory of the time he had mummified her, at her own request and, with great care and attention, proceeded to blindfold her, gag her, plug her ears and place tubes in her nostrils to restrict her breathing only to have her hear every word he had said to her whilst apparently oblivious to everything. "Mmm, but that's different, you've never been looked in a box with no obvious way of getting out." She looked at him sharply. Something vaguely wistful that suggested that it would, somehow, be a good idea, but before she could say anything he had moved back to the couch, hefted up the circular saw and placed it on the nearest corner of the box that had become their nemesis. You can't protect me all your bloody life, now let go! It was cold and slimy, the way you would expect a snake to feel and it was still moving back and then finally it dawned on him. The bedroom door swung open flooding the room with light. " Very slowly he took her hands by the wrist and lowered them until they were at her sides. Much grimmer than she could ever recall seeing before. " To call her reply snotty would have been an understatement. " She realised what he was doing as he was talking. Sheila, who, he was convinced, was somehow related to the mule family, was not prepared to play ball.

He personally thought that "great big Rottweiller" would have been a more adequate description but as he watched her now he couldn't put the image of a small Jack Russell worrying at a bone out of his mind. The top was smooth and it was nailed in place, the nails fitting into bevels like screws and impervious to pliers. " He reached out and touched it as well and his spine juddered. When some senses are taken away others tend to be heightened and although the noise at the bedroom door would have gone unnoticed by most people, the woman on the bed heard it clearly and strained, just a little, at the chains that held her in place.

" She touched his hand briefly and then moved back toward the box. In fact when he returned, as ordered, with the pliers in his hand, the whistling had turned to song. "I ache for the touch of your lips dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear…" "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer. He couldn't see but he was quite sure she was tapping her foot. " From her crouched position she now looked up at him. "Shouldn't think so, there's plenty of air holes and that other noise sounds to me like it could be a fan of some sort." "Yeah, well you could be using up all the air with that heavy breathing of yours! " "Well I'm not usually trying to open a frigging box with only a bent screwdriver and Guy the Bloody Gorilla to help me am I? Blood from the cut was already beginning to seep through the wrapping. " He shook his head a little to clear it of pain and Sheila and then he moved over to the sofa, picked up the saw's plug and began looking for the nearest socket. Now in a little while you're going to hear some noise - don't be frightened, it'll seem loud but we're doing it to get you out of there. The sun had gone in and one of the frequent squally showers that had been around for the last few days was beating against the windows. To put her behind him so that he could look inside but Sheila wasn't easily sidelined. He followed, not wanting to lose sight of her in the smoke. Glistening as if it had been coated with something. Almost like mucous, but the black lining was still receding as if it had previously been filled with something and it continued to hiss. In her hands was another towel with which she was drying her fluffy blonde hair. A sort of silvery stuff." Suddenly he was by her side. "A mercury switch is exactly what it says it is: a switch filled with mercury and because mercury is a liquid metal it's very sensitive to movement.

Many people contended that women couldn't whistle, but this one could and it was only after several minutes that he realised what she was whistling. "Are you actually going to help or do you intend to stand there like a great gormless Pratt for the rest of the morning? I didn't want to get in your way." Which was true, but he made a mental note of the insult in his own personal demerit book. He tried to tell her that a plaster would have been fine but the only answer he got was,"Fuck off, shut up and let me wrap this round your hand! " She looked down at her torn top and his bandaged hand. Before switching on he took a final look at her, but she was communing once more with the box's inhabitant. " Reluctantly he eased his grip on her and she shouldered herself forward and to the edge of the black box. The box was still hissing and it seemed to have a lining. A back shiny lining with a strong, all pervading smell. The figure in the doorway appeared to be studying her captive, her head posed thoughtfully to one side. Not as tall as the one on the bed but large in other ways . Her large and not particularly saggy breasts were just covered by a towel that was laughably too small for her, showing as it did just the tiniest wisps of blonde pubic hair above her legs. It's like a glass fusey sort of thing but it looks like it's got some sort of liquid in it. Mystified she looked into his eyes hoping to find an answer. "Bill I don't know what's the matter with you all of a sudden but I ain't budging until you tell me what's wrong." Another sigh "Celine was from Northern Ireland. She didn't talk about it very much but when she did, she'd talk about the things that used to go on, like kneecapping and punishment beatings and how they'd learned to check everything to make sure it wasn't booby trapped and how one of the ways they did that was to learn how to recognise mercury switches." Sheila looked at him blankly.

It had arms but they were somehow pinioned to its sides. Black and shiny legs that seemed incapable of parting. * Whilst Ally was in the surgery, a few miles due east, in a quiet close adjacent to one of London's smaller parks, a tall woman with long brown and braided hair was lying on a bed in a dimly lit bedroom.

"Bill, come here and look at this…" He was still watching the gleaming creature that seemed only an inch or so shorter than himself. He recoiled but he felt something clawing at him from the side and in self-defence he threw out a hand. Sheila's gasp of astonishment was enough to make him turn round again.

The strong but somehow comforting smell of rubber seemed to permeate the entire room. Sheila waved a hand in front of her face to clear smoke away and then she stopped as if frozen to the spot, her voice no more than a whisper. Sheila was no longer visible in the smoke and, suddenly panicked, he called her name and started forward only to bump into something in what was now a whiteout. He was working at a small thin collar around her neck. As he did so the hood loosened and rode up to reveal the features beneath.