110121 JO Pic of the week: No treats. Just tricks.

 

102521 JO Pic of the week: "Sorry, we had to tie you up."

 

The Long Wait

 

"We were tightly tied up with strong ropes.  Since we were wrestlers, they knew we would use all our strength to try to escape the kidnappers.  So they neutralized our arms behind our backs, wrenching our shoulders from our sockets as they forced our elbows together and our biceps a scant few inched apart." 

"They pulled our arms back from our bodies and sat us on chairs with our arms behind the chair.  It was torture and our screams were muffled with rags and tape.  They roped our upper arms to the top rung, and our wrists to the bottom.  Then they circled our bodies with ropes, lashing our torso, thighs and legs to the chairs..... we were drenched with a cold sweat."

"Please, we're tied up too tight...it's torture.  Pay the ransom demands or we'll be left to die roped to chairs!"

"We were left tied up...

...no food

...no water

...no arms

Stiff.  Sore. Covered with sweat.  Arms covered with rope burn...

Sitting in our piss and shit.

Fading in and our of nightmarish sleep of being tortured to death....

"Staring into each others' eyes.

The fear and the helplessness."

 

"All we could do is wait...

wait in misery.....

We were finally found after 48 hours of waiting, bound and gagged!"

101821 JO Pic of the week: Don't make this harder than it has to be

 

Beer Pong

 

First they tied our arms behind our backs with ropes...

...then we were slowly taped.

"I lay on the floor.   They roped my arms.

Then the taping began.

That sound.... the sound of the duct tape being pulled off the roll and circled around me, from my neck to my waist....

That sound....   pure terror.  I began to scream, but with a rag and more tape I was blindfolded and gagged.

"So they robbed the place, taped our legs and left.

We rolled around on the floor for hours, reaching each others' numb fingers, pulling the tape off our eyes and mouths, ripping it off of our bodies, using our teeth to bite through the ropes, finally freeing ourselves....

...and as we waited for the cops, it was time to unwind!

Broken and Bound

 

I was kidnapped and held for ransom.  My name is Ryan.  I am a senior, 18 years old, and the Nebraska state all star quarterback.

I am strong, determined, and tough.  

But rope has a way of taking away strength, determination and toughness.

See, I was tied up!  And my kidnappers did not care if they hurt me.

Shirtless.  Pockets emptied.  They marched me in under gun point.  I saw piles of rope....

I like the challenge of being tied up.  My buddies and I do it all the time.

But this time is was real.

And it was torture!

My arms were at the breaking point, roped behind my back.  The ropes cut deep into the muscle of my biceps and forearms.  My wrists bleed.

The veins popped through my skin... the sweat on my forearms matted my arm hairs.  My torso roped, pushing my arms deep into my back.  Sweat poured from my face and down my chest.  They striped me to my shorts, bound my crossed ankles, kneed and thighs, pulled my hair back and roped my ankles to my neck.

I could not move.  I lay in a pool of sweat.  They began a live steam to the school board and my parents.  I begged and pleaded for help.  Then I was gagged, kicked, beaten, and my head was shaved.

They left the camera on, and there I was,

no strength.

no determination.

no toughness...

Just a tied up whimpering boy, broken and bound.

101121 JO Pc of the week: The looser gets tied up!

 

100421 JO Pic of the week: Silent Fear