Tortured Marine Brothers

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They were spread-eagled on the metal cots.

Each of their wrists and ankles were tied with a coarse strong rope to the four corners of the cot.

Rope around their necks...
their biceps, forearms,
thighs and calves, and around
their chests and bellies tightly
lashed the to the cot.

Their bodies glistened with
sweat.

They had struggled for several hours trying to brake free, but all they got for it was rope burn on their exposed skin.


A dirty rag had been shoved into their mouths, and wads of duct tape kept it in place.

They had spread them out so they were foot-to-foot.  They could see each-others desperate attempts to escape:  flexing muscles, straining against the ropes, only to cease, exhausted, breathing heavy.

If Billy could brake out he would choke the son of a bitch to death.  But he was helpless.  Billy bit down hard on the gag when he extinguished the cigarette into his arm pit.  The cloth was put over his face and they began to pour the water.  Choking, coughing, gasping, squirming against the ropes, they waterboarded him until he was unconscious.  

I watched them waterboard my brother.  I strained against my bonds, but there was no way I could help him.

Then they came to me.

They brought over an electric generator, and clipped it to the cot.

I sickening fear overwhelmed as they clicked on the switches. He could here it humming.  They moved the camera closer to the cot so they could see him from the waist up.

He heard his own screams as if from another place.

He could smell the hairs on his arms and the back of his head singe. 

They only left it on for 5 minutes.

It felt like five hours.

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They slowly regained consciousness from the torture.

They were in an old lean-to in the woods.

They were bound together, back to back.

Their bound wrists were tied to each other's as well as each of their upper arms.  They sat cross legged, their ankles tied.  The gag was still in their mouths.

They struggled a bit but were exhausted:  one still coughing in the gag, the other reeking of burnt skin and hair.

All they could do was open that somebody would find them before their died.

They closed their eyes.

And sweat.