It quickly began to bruise there wrists.
The realized there was no escaping this shackle.
They bared their arms to their shoulders.
Now they would be roped.
They weaved rope between their arms starting from their shoulders down to their shackled wrists. Yanking it constantly, their elbows and forearms touched while their biceps were a scant 3 inches apart. It stressed there wrists, and the shackles now cut into their skin.
"Please pay the ransom.
They way they bound our arms and wrists: it constant torture!"
They sat them on chairs, tied their upper arms to the top rung, bound their ankles, pulled their heads back, and hogtied their ankles with a long rope under the chair to their necks.
When the ransom was paid, they left us, shackled, roped, taped and hognecked to the chairs, wondering if we ever would be set free.
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