Bound and Broken

 

They put me on the floor, face down.

They ripped of my shirt, removed my shoes and socks, and stripped of my jeans, leaving me in my shorts.

My arms were pulled behind my back, my wrists crossed and tightly tied.  Ropes lashed my elbows and forearms together.  A steel rod were laid across my back, under my upper arms, and my biceps were bound to it.

After I was stripped and my wrists and arms were tied up, They say me up, and circled my torso tightly with ropes, pressing deeply into my pectorals and abs.  My socks were shoved down my throat, with ropes between my teeth and around my head gagging me.

My thighs, knees and crossed ankles were tightly roped.

They bent my legs back, sat on my shins and tied my ankles tightly to my wrists.

Now, poled hogtied, they beat us on the soles of our feet, our shins and biceps-shoulders , recording our gagged screams of agony.

They left us, bound and broken, waiting for the ransom to be paid.