020121 JO Pic of he week: "What are you going to do to me?"

 

The end of the road

 Their arms were lashed together behind their backs.  A long rope tethered their necks.  Bandannas were shoved down their throats and tied between their teeth and around their heads.

Marched, under guard by their kidnappers....

They started their trek down the old abandoned road.

The sweat poured down their faces.  Bugs circled their heads.  With their arms bound they could not swat them off.  Their shirts were stained with sweat.

The were marched for two miles until they came to the end of the road.

There... their buddy Ryan, was hogtied to a tree!

They ripped our shirts off us us...

Forced us against trees,

and hogtied us to them

The ropes cut deep into our flesh:  wrists, arms, neck, face and chest.  Our hamstrings cramped. The bandanna shoved down our throats now held in place by rope was choking us.

After taking ransom photos they left us bound to the trees.

And the bugs feasted on our sweaty bodies.

012521 JO pic of the week: Home Inversion - They just left

 

The new home

 Hogtied.  Ankles to wrists.  Gagged with tape.  Shoved into the truck of the car.  Sealed into darkness.

Bouncing on dirt roads.

Drenched with sweat.

Wrists raw from the tightness of the ropes.

They stopped.

The truck was opened.

Their eyes hurt from the bright light.

Then they saw...

Their new home.

They were dumped, hogtied onto the wooden floor.  A rope was thrown over a beam in the roof and tied between their ankles and wrists.  They were cold, shaking with fear, realizing they would be hauled up.  Now, several feet off the ground, they hung, waves of pain surging through their bodies.

Roped were tied around their ankles and forearms, forcing their arms together.  The gags could not silence their screams.

Cold sweat dripped off of them staining the old wooden planks of the floor.

Videos and photos were taken as they hung in their torture.

Then their eyes were taped.

The abductors left.

Cold wind blew through the cabin.  Snow began to fall through the roof onto the bound bodies.

Despair

Misery

Only their terrified gagged moans of anguish filled their new home.

Kidnapped Tickle Tortured

 

Terrified Ryan watched as they gagged his friends. He closed his eyes as he felt his socks being taken off his feet.  He wanted to puke when they shoved them into his mouth and taped him, but he controlled it -- he did not want to choke to death on his own vomit.

I struggled but I was overpowered and they bound me, tying my arms and wrists behind my back, gagging me with my socks and tape.

I has held in a choke hold.  Someone put a rag over my face.  I bucked as much as I could, but being tied up there was nothing I could do.  I caved, unconscious from the chloroform.

The ice cold water splashed into my gagged face brought me back... I was upside-down, and quickly realized that we were strung up by our feet. My head was pounding.  I tried to move my hands buy realized I was still tightly roped up. My buddies were in the same position.  Four cameras were life streaming us.

They came to us, masked.

I prepared for the worse.

I did not expect I would slowly go insane.

For the began to tickle the soles of our feet until the ransom was paid.

011721 JO Pic of the week: Ransom Photos

 

Just the start

 

The got our wrists high up our backs.  The strain on our shoulder was painful.  Then the took the ends of the rope, put it inside the bend of our elbows, and yanked our forearms together.  The tape gag flew off of my mouth from the force of my scream, but the gag was reapplied.  They turned me around, against the wall, and went to work on my friends. My shoulders felt like they were being torn from my body!

"We're going to fuckin' tie you boys up so tight you'll cry for your mommy."

"That's right boy.  Push up those sleeves and bare your arms...we want you to feel the rope on your arms!"

They beat up Ryan for his resistance and then roped him.

Their families watch as Billy was tightly gagged and hoisted up by his arms.  The wide shot showed the 5 buddies hanging and screaming in their gags!

011121 JO Pic of the week: Boys will be boys pranks

 

Held for Ransom

 

They surrendered their arms behind their backs to the rope.  They looked at the three chairs.  They realized that soon they would be tied to them.  They finally realized their fate:  there were KIDNAPPED AND HELD FOR RANSOM! 

Their hands were tied behind their backs.

They were taped.

Blind.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, ready to explode.  

They put me on the chair with my tied hands behind it, and roped my upper arms tightly to the sides. They  crossed ropes over my torso, binding my chest and gut to the chair. They pulled my legs back and tied them to the back feet of the chair.  Then circling mm thighs, they bound them together to the seat of the chair.  Finally they pushed my my bound wrists, pushed me head back, and tied them to my neck.

I could not move!  I just could hear them binding my buddies as my sweat was absorbed into my shirt.

They terrorized us.

I could feel the tip of the knife being traced on my brow and beck, my shoulders and chests, my gut and my balls.  If I moaned or made a sound I would be sharply slapped on my taped face.

They tightened the ropes binding my biceps to the sides of the chairs.  I could feel the veins popping in my forearms and my hands numbing up.

A plastic bag was tied over our heads.  The camera closed in tight on our taped faces.  They live streamed me suffocating, helplessly straining against the ropes, until I went unconscious.

Splashing cold water on my head, they took their knife and cut off my hair.

Our families watched our torture as they transferred $30 million dollars to the kidnappers.

They kidnappers left us, with the camera focused on the three of us.

It was 24 hours latter that the authorities were able to track it down and rescue us.