They roped his arms behind his back at his biceps, elbows and wrists.
He was begging.
They gagged him.
They circled his torso a dozen times from his pectorals to his gut.
He realized why he was forced to loose his shirt,
for the coarse ropes were like a hacksaw on his bare skin.
The clock started.
Jack began to run.
Terrified.
Desperate.
Soaked with sweat.
He knew he had only 4 hours.
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