Hopeless

They made Jarrod lie on the wet forest floor.

He did not want to be shot and left out here.  After they hijacked his truck he convinced them to use the rope and tie him up and leave him.  At least he would have a chance.

One was tying his crossed wrists behind his back, another his boots.

The two of them looped ropes around his upper arms, just above his elbows and bot yanked until Jarrod's arms come together.  They bound his elbows and the middle of his forearms.

"Fuck you you bastards.  This fuckin hurts!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

They slapped him, shove some oily rags into his mouth, and held them in place with rope between his teeth and around his head.

By now they had his torso roped, so that his arms pressed deep into his spine.

By now Jarrod was moaning and gasping as the pain multiplied.

He was now sitting cross legged when the two of them bent his body forward, got his head under his crossed ankles, and tied his legs to his his torso.

Now Jarrod was screaming so desperately that even the gag could not stop his cries.

His eyes, popping from his head, were begging for mercy as he watched them get back into his truck and drive away leaving the 22 year old helpless and hopeless and the sounds of the night animals filled the air.