Three Chairs

 

They stared at the chairs...sturdy...strong...

Lots of ways they could roped them to them.

The grabbed they youngest one, Billy, and tied his wrists tightly behind his back.  

The shoved a rag in his mouth, and taped up his head, blindfolding and gagging him.  They sat him on a chair, with his hands behind, and then bound his buddies wrists, taped them, and sat them down.

The roped Paolo's upper arms to the side of the chair, circling the rope around his arms and tightening it between his bicep and the chair itself.  They pushed up his wrists, his biceps bulged, and the ropes cut deep into his muscle.   He broke out into a cold sweat as they took his legs and tied them at the thighs and ankles.  They lashed his thighs to the chair and his ankles to the bottom rung of the chair.

Circling rope around his neck, it was tightly tied to the top of the chair, like a noose around his neck.

Then the taping began, and from his shoulders to his waist he was mummified with the tape.

They could not move.  They began to shave their heads to send their hair to their parents as part of the ransom demand.

Bound and broken, helpless and motionless, they sat listening to eack other's gagged moans.

Shackled and Roped

 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.

120621 JO Pic of the week: Good Strong Rope

 

112921 JO Pic of the week: Desperate

 

Whimpering and Broken

 Coach Benson and Ryan, one of the boys on the team, appeared in the video.  Ryan was gagged.  Their faces: sweaty.... they were stressed.  Coach begged for the ransom to be paid, or they will never see him or the boys again.

The video ended with a photo of one of the boys roped in such a way that after a while it would be torture.

We just lay there on the beds tied up.  The strain on our shoulders made the pain go right down our spines.  Our arms, numb, yet burning.  Our hamstrings cramped.

At times some would come and check our ropes, yanking on our arms, increasing the agony, and tightening the ropes even more.  Then he would tickly our feet, making us squirm in our bonds, the coarse ropes burning our skin.

My powerful arms were useless.  I was terrified that I could not move them.  I could feel my shirt soaked with sweat. They put a metal rod into the ropes between my biceps, and turned it, forcing them closer together, and recorded my gagged screams as it felt like my shoulders were being torn from my body.

The school board paid the ransom.

The kidnappers left the boys in the ropes, now whimpering and broken, waiting to be rescued.

It took 24 hours before the authorities found them. 

Failed Escape

 They tried to escape, but they were caught.  This time they would tie them up.

They tried to fight, but they were overpowered, and bound.

They were brought back to where they had escaped from... but now they were tightly tied up and new batch of ransom photos would be sent.

"And until the ransom is paid, your boys will be left bound and gagged, without food or water."

This can't be real

Stripped to the waist.

Pockets emptied.

Marched to the basement at gunpoint.

 

Hands tied behind their backs with rope.

Blindfolded.

Gagged.

Dumped into a van.

Drugged.

Driven away.

Coming to...

Tied to chairs...

Soaked with sweat.

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We all survived it.

When we came to it took us a few minutes to realize that this was real...

That we were kidnapped.

Our arms and legs were neutralized with ropes.

We strained against the ropes, but with no chance of escaping.

We sat there, feeling the sweat trickle down our chests.

And waited the many hours until the ransom was paid and we were rescued.