Monday, July 30, 2018
Friday, July 27, 2018
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Ramon's been Kidnapped
Ramon's arms were pulled behind his back and his wrists were crossed. Quickly rope was lashing his wrists and elbows together. He howled in pain as his shoulders stressed out. A sharp slap to his face sent his sweat spraying. SHUT THE FUCK UP! They weaved rope between his upper arms and circled his chest. They put rope between his wrists, under his crouch and around his belly.
They kicked the boys arms and he fell face down on the floor. His legs and feet were bound.
They then pulled him up by his hair and shoved an iphone in front of his face.
Mr. Sanchez watched as the camera pulled back showing his son's roped body. Flushed with anger and fear he watched they rip his son's sweaty shirt off of him, tear it, shove one piece into his mouth and tie the other around his eyes. Ramon's head was taped up with black Gorilla tape. Again he was pushed to the floor. His ankles are bent back and tied to his neck. The rolled him onto his side.
As Ramon's father watched he took the lit cigarette and extinguished it into Ramon's right shoulder.
He was left watching his son scream under his gag and squirm, causing his to choke. They loosened the rope at his neck. Ramon was breathing heavy.....
LIKE WE SAID. ONE MILLION DOLLARS. BY MIDNIGHT TONIGHT.
OR YOU WILL SAY GOODBY TO YOUR SON AS WE TORTURE HIM TO DEATH!
Sunday, July 22, 2018
72 hours!!!!
They kidnapped Mike!
Young Mike tried to fight them off, but when they managed to bind his wrists behind his back, they put the teen in a choke hold and made his gut into a punching bag. Mike collapsed. They pushed up the sleeve of his shirt and injected the youth with Propofol. They boy was soon under.
The youth awoke lashed to a chair.
His neck had been roped to the top rung...
His chest to the second.
His crossed wrists, behind the chair were tied to the third.
And his gut was bound the the last.
His ankles had been pulled back and each was tied to the rear legs.
His thighs were bound to the seat and the front legs.
His biceps was lashed to each side of the chair, with ropes around his upper arms and tightened between his skin and the chair.
His eyes were taped around his head.
Wax was shoved into his ears, deafening him.
A rag fulled his mouth and tape around his head gagged him.
Mike panicked!
He trashed against the ropes in a desperate act to free himself.
The blindness and the deafness....
Somebody tough him.
He stiffened up.
Drawing with a finger on the stubble on his chin.
Then a slap across his face so hard the chair fell over.
He was on his back, all his weight on his wrists and forearms.
They grabbed his hair and pulled him upright, slapped him a few more time and left the hapless youth.
Hours or days passed. Mike could not tell.
He was given no food nor water, and he pissed on himself.
Then he felt somebody again, pushing a syringe into his shoulder.
Knocked out.
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The ransom was paid.
The authorities found Mike, still bound to the chair, whimpering and broken.
He had been tied up for almost 72 hours!
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Beaten. Bound. Buried alive.
The boys had hoped that they would be tied up and not shot. They never anticipated
being beaten, bound and taken.
"They shoved a rag in my mouth and another rag was put between my teeth and tied around my head.
I was grabbed over somebody's shoulder and carried outside and dumped into a trailer. They bent my legs and tied my wrists to my ankles. My friends were dumped next to me. They closed the back of the trailer and we drove for hours."
When the trailer stopped they cut my hogtie and dragged me out by my feet. It was muddy and swampy. I could see a ladder sticking out of a hole.
They roped my elbows together and weaved it around my upper arms, cutting deep into my biceps and triceps. They they dragged me to the hole, put my feet over it and loved me down a good twelve feet, wrenching my shoulders from their sockets!
We were screaming as much as our gag allowed as they shoveled dirt on top of us. We scrapped the skin off our arms and wrists desperately trying to free ourselves.
The kept piling the dirt on top of us until it reached our chins.
They they stopped.
They took many wood branches and covered the hole.
Then they drove away and left us.
As the sound of thunder got louder and louder.....
Overcoming the sound of our gagged screams.....
as the water began to flood down on us.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Hansen's revenge
Jake, 21, had been watching the live feed sent to him. His younger brother Drew, 19, was being beaten and bound. He had no choice to follow the GPS to where he was being held. It was Dave Hansen who had abducted him. Foreman of their father's ranch, fired by Ralph Jensen for mismanagement of funds.
Jake knew he was getting himself in deep shit.
But he followed instructions
And came into the old barn face to face with his tortured brother.
They pushed Drew to the ground and stripped off his shirt.
One grabbed his forearms and pushed them together while the other lashed them with a coarse strong rope.
The pushed a camera into his face as he screamed in pain.
They weaved the ropes between his upper arms, looping it around his biceps, and yanking the rope until his shoulders dislocated.
With Jake still watching the live feed, they kicked the bound youth into a pulp.
Finally they put a noose around his neck, and hoisted him off the floor.
"Are you going to follow instructions, Jake."
"Yes, just let him down!!!!!"
"The dropped drew to the ground, coughing and choking."
They sat him in a chair and the feed ended.
They bound Jake's arms behind his back as his brother arms were tied and ripped off his shirt.
The live feed was turned on again, this time for Mr. Jensen.
Jake was beaten with kicks and fists as Drew pleaded with them to stop.
They put Jake on his feet and put him back to back with Drew.
Lashing their torsos and legs together, the dropped the noose again and put it around Drew's neck.
Dave Hansen's revenge was complete. The left the cameras running, a close up on their faces, as they stood there, on their tip toes, knowing that if either on collapsed, Drew would choke to death.
All the brothers could do was scream for help, but there was nobody who could hear them.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
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