Tied up and left

Every breath seemed to make the
ropes tighter across their pectoral
muscles. The rope burn was beginning to draw blood.  Above and below their nipples, the ropes squashed their breasts as it forced their bound upper arms into their backs.

The ropes dug into their guts the same way, forcing their bound forearms and wrists into their spines.  Their six-pack abs were cris-crossed
with the ropes.  It was like being gut punched non stop.

Their arms, behind their backs were lashed together at the elbows.  Their biceps, circled with the rope squashed their muscle.  Blood oozed down from their elbows, matting the hairs on their forearms.
They were on the floor, lying on their arms, their body mass adding to the torture.

With their eyes and mouths taped, felt their boots and socks removed, their pant legs folded up and their ankles bound.  Then their ankles were lifted up a bit off the ground by ropes from the rafters.  Still lying on their bound arms, a stick began to tickle their bare soles.  Then the hits across their bare soles began.  When stopped their were hoisted up bu their ankles, left to drip sweat and blood onto the floor below them.