odds or evens

Jesse and Jake did as ordered.  Soon rawhide tightly bound their wrists.  Their pockets were emptied and they climbed into  the back of the truck.  Laying on their arms, their ankles were bound.

He knotted two bandannas in the middle, shoved the  knot between their teeth and tied it around their heads.

He took the butt of his rifle and pointed it at their sweaty faces.  "Like I said, no trouble, hear?"

Jesse and Jake nodded their heads.  Tied up there was not much they could so, as one road in the back with them, tracing his rifle on their sweaty shirts as they drove off.  "You better hope Daddy pays up
at once.  If he don't, I'll have to torture you boys on a live facebook feed!"




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They dragged the boys into a barn where two nooses were
hanging from a rafter.

Jesse and Jake panicked when they saw the nooses.  They began to struggle but to no avail:
they were standing, their necks in the nooses, tight.

They roped Jesse and Jake's elbows together behind their backs.  Then they moved the boys back to back and bound each one's biceps to the other.

Pushing their shirts over their heads, with a wide marker they wrote ODDS across Jesse's chest and EVENS on Jake.

Then they called Mr. Benson and showed their bound strung up sons.

"See, Benson, you will transfer $10 million dollars in the next hour to the account in the Cayman islands......

...for if you don't, I will toss the dice, and the winner will be slowly tortured to death as his brother is helpless to save him and you watch!"

All the bound brothers could do was wait and sweat as he tossed the dice over and over for the next hour, saying "ODDS" or "EVENS."