Two chairs

They brought us in blindfolded with duct tape around our eyes and heads.
Our wrists, crossed, had been tightly tied with rope.

They sat us down with our arms behind the chairs.
They tied our wrists to the lower slat and our upper arms to the sides, circling our biceps and then tightening the ropes between the chair and our arm.
Each of our forearms were lashed to the slats.

Our necks were tied to the top of the chair.

Our torso circled with ropes lashed our chest and got to
it, our backs firmly pressed into the back of the chairs.

Our legs were pulled back.
Our feet were tied to the back leg of the chairs, while our thighs were lashed to the seat and front of the chairs.

The shoved a rag into our mouths.
They duct taped our mouths like they had our eyes.

The slapped our faces.
The punched our gut.

At one point my chair tip and fell onto its side, crushing my right upper arm.

My body shifted and the rope around my neck was choking me.

Then they kicked me a couple of times in the balls.

Put the chair back on its legs.

The moved both of us back to back, and duct taped us together.







We were like that until the Navy Seals broke in and rescued us.

We communicated encouragement by tracing letters on the palms of each other's hands with our numb fingers.

But we could not move.

All we could so was sit and sweat.