"...a few questions."

Renzo knew he was deep shit.
His cover - broken.
Abducted by drug lords.
About to be bound.

His gut was sore from the punches.
His face bloody from the beating.

The gun, deep down his throat made him choke.

His wrists numb from the tight ropes.

The boot deep into his spine.

The ropes being looped around his arms, just above his elbows.

Then the pull...
the yank...
 The screams!

His arms pulled together and were secured just above his elbows and the middle of his forearms.

Being dragged across the floor.

Ropes circling his biceps.
Then heaved up
Strung up by his amrs
Shoulders dislocating.

Ankles  tied.
Legs bent back and bound.

Cramps.
Agnoy


Doused with gasoline.

Panting for breath...
Soaked in sweat.....