Jesse

They pushed young Jesse into the room.  He wrists, numb, were tightly tied behind his back.

Fear.

Terror.

The room was dark except for a light illuminating a chair.

His voice trembled.

"Are you going to tie me to that chair?"

"Yes boy, we are going to tie you to this chair.  You will be unable to move a muscle.  And if your parents don't pay the ransom, you will die on this chair."

Jesse began to scream.  A rag was shoved into the boy's mouth and he was taped.

They dragged him to the chair and sat him on it, his arms behind the back of the chair.

Then they roped the youth.

Each of his upper arms to the sides of the chair.
His torso to the back of the chair.
His thighs, knees and ankles bound and pushed under the chair.
A rope from his ankles passed to his neck.
The rope secured around his neck.
His wrists pushed up to the top of the chair and also tied to his neck.
And his thighs tied to the seat of the chair.

Jesse's eyes were popping out of his head.

He realized that if he moved his wrists or legs, he would choke.

Then they left Jesse and the chair.

The lights were turned off.

Jesse watched them close the door and lock it.

Only a crack of light came from the bottom of the door.

All Jesse could do was to stare at it and sit and sweat.