Tuesday, August 22, 2017

The Prince


As Josh Winters held his gun at Nico Sanchez, three of his goons grabbed Nico, one by his arms, another by his legs, a third b his head.  The wrestled the 19 year old to the ground.  A pistol was shoved into his mouth and a foot was pressing against his cheek, forcing his head into the dirt.  The pulled his arms behind his back and tied his left wrist to his right bicep, and his right wrist to his left bicep.  They bound his forearms in the middle, then kicked him until he was on his back.

"I wasn't going to go down without a fight, so I began to kick at them.  They kicked me back in my head and gut and balls. I lay there, breathing heavy and they pulled off my boots and socks and pants, crosses my ankles and tied them.

I almost puked when they shoved my socks down my throat. Taking strong duct tape they circled my mouth and my head securing the gag.

Grabbing me by my bound arms, they dragged me through the dirt to the barn.  I felt as if my arms were being torn off my body.

They dumped me on the wooden floor, on my arms and then bent my legs until my crossed ankles were behind my neck.

My spine was snapping.  I was screaming fruitlessly as they tied a rope from my ankles to my bound forearms.

The sweat poured from every pore of my body.

The ankles kept pulling my arms back.

Shoulders, spine, neck, leg cramps.

I was a roped ball of pain.

By now the cameras were rolling recording my moans and watching my body twitch and squirm.

Josh Winters came and spit in my face."

"Daddy will enjoy watching this," he said.

"My eyes were burning with hate as took a close up of my sweaty and bloodied face..

"Now I am going to make you go insane!"    

"Then they broke me.  See, they began to non-stop tickle my feet!"                                              

Friday, August 18, 2017


Making the ransom video

The room was pitch black.
Coach Lopez and his 4 star players were tightly bound to chairs.
Their crossed bound wrists had been pushed up and roped to the top of the chair as their biceps budged in the ropes that lashed them to the sides.  Each ankle had been to a front leg, and their thighs were pulled together and roped to the seat.
A large wad of duct tape was across their mouths.

  Suddenly the door opened.

The tape was pulled off of their mouths.

And light flooded the room.

"The university is slow in getting the ransom for you men.  Untie the coach, strip him to the waist and stretch him out!"

The whimpering young men watched them cut Lopez from the chair, pull off his shirt, tied a rope around each of his wrists, and stretched him out.

The bound boys were screaming....

trashing their bodies against the ropes as he fired 4 shots in rapid succession.

Each one grazed the coach's sides, scaring his ribs.

The coach slumped.

They took the duct tape and again taped the coach and the boys mouths.

The lights were turned off and the door closed leaving them in darkness.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

His luck ran out.

"That right boy, loose that shirt, I want you to feel the ropes!"

Jake stripped to the waist.

He leaned against his truck.

"What are you going to do, tie me up and leave me out here?"

"I'm going to tie you up so fucking tight that you are going to think your arms are breaking, and and struggle will make the ropes slice through your bare chest!"

Jake realized this was turning out very bad.  He was hijacked, they have his truck, he is in the deep woods, and now was going to be roped and left.

Jake stared at him.  "Get it over with!" and surrendered himself to be bound.

He struggled to his feet.  Even that was torture.  He bit down hard on the knotted bandanna gagging him.  He looked around.  Totally abandoned.  He tried to scream out by the gags did their job well.

He felt his shoulders were being torn from their sockets.  He looked down at his chest.  The rope was coarse and rough and streams of blood were coming from under it, mixing with his sweat.

He could only imagine what his arms had become.

Bound wrists pushed up his back to his neck.  Elbows are forearms rope together.  It felt that a mile of rope now circled his body from his neck to his belt.

The two abductors  played a tug-of-war as the tied him up.

His only luck was they did not bind his legs and his feet.  So he could at least walk and try to find help, any one who could possible untie him.


He walked for hours.

The bugs were feasting on him.

The sweat was burning his eyes.

He was numb now, so the torturous pain his is arms was lest, but his chest and gut was raw with blood and sweat.

He had heard a noise in the distance.

He followed it.  Jack was quickly loosing strength and dehydrating. If he did not get some help soon, he would just fall to the ground and die.

He walked.

Bound and gagged.

"Now what do we have here, a boy, all tied up!"

Jake was pleading with him.  He came to Jake and looked at his bounds.

"Were you kidnapped boy?  Did you escape.  Somebody sure knew how to tie you up."

He loosened the gags.

"Please untie me,"he whispered.  "They took my truck, tied me up and left me in the woods."

"You want some water?"

"Just untie me he begged."

"Untie you?  There could be some money in this."

He put the gags back.

And kicked Jack to the ground.

"I think I am going to get some rope and tie up those legs of yours.  Then I find out who you are and hold your for ransom!"

Jake closed his eyes and his legs and feet were tied, and his ankles hogtied to his wrists.   He took Jake's wallet.

"Now lets find out how much you are worth!"

All Jake could do was to lie there in withering pain.

His luck ran out.