They hung from their bound crossed wrists from the cross beam in the ceiling.
Their heads had been pushed forward and their elbows and forearms tied together behind their heads. Ropes around their biceps bound them to their necks. Sweat dripped down their torsos from their arms pits and chests.... it dripped from their faces to the floor below. A gag made of knotted ropes stuffed their mouths and cut their cheeks.
Their ankles and thighs were tied, and their legs, bent back, were hogtied, ankles to thighs.
The heat and humidity made their prison into a sweat box. They glistened with sweat as they craved a drop of water.
There the hostages hung, as day turned to night and back to day...
...knowing the usual fate of hostages....
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