They were next to each other.
In a circle - crossed legged sitting on the floor.
Their crossed wrists were lashed together.
Their forearms pushed together and tied off above the elbow and in the middle of their arms with a strong, rough rope.
The biceps of one were tied securely to the biceps on another.
Each of their legs was bent, shins tied to things, ankles bound.
Their mouths were stuffed with pieces of their shirts that had been ripped off their bodies.
Thick tape circled their mouths and eyes.
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OUR ARMS WERE NUMB.
THE HAIRS ON THEM WERE MATTED WITH SWEAT.
THE GAG MADE ME WANT TO PUKE.
I DID NOT KNOW WHO WAS ON MY SIDES, BUT I COULD FEEL THE FLEXING OF MUSCLES IN OUR BOUND UPPER ARMS.
IF THEY THOUGHT ONE OF WAS WORKING THE ROPES, WE WOULD GET SLAPPED HARD ON OUR FACE, SEVERAL TIMES. WE QUICKLY LEARNED NOT TO TRY.
I COULD SMELL THE MARKER.
THE SWEAT WAS WIPED OFF.
I COULD FEEL A LARGE NUMBER FOR WRITTEN ACROSS MY BELLY..
THEN I HEARD THEM SPEAK:
"We are going to play some dice.
You have been numbered, 1, 2. 3. 4.
They have been slow in getting the $40 million for you.
So, the winner will be tortured, via SKYPE"
I WAS NUMBER ONE
MY HOW BODY WAS TREMBLING.
I COULD TAKE THE ROPES, BUT TORTURE?
NUMBER 6
NUMBER 6
NUMBER 5
NUMBER 6
NUMBER ONE!
It was then that the beating we all had dreaded began.
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