back to back

The boys sat, cross-legged, back to back with their hands behind their heads.  They circled rope around their torsos, tightly digging into their pectorals and guts. 

They pulled Billy's arms around Jesse and tying each of his wrists a few inches apart in front of  Jesse's gut.  Then Jesse's wrists were tied around Billy.

Were their biceps overlapped, they were tied by circling the ropes around them and tightening it between them.

They tied each boys crossed ankles together, and each leg was bound with rope lashing their shins to their things.

I could look down at Billy's wrists.  They had knotted it behind his hands  so it was impossible for his fingers to reach the knots.

His hands had turned blue and, what I could see of his forearms, the hairs were matted and the veins were breaking through his skin.

My hamstrings cramped... so tight had they bound my bent legs.

I was being gagged.   A piece of Billy's
sweaty shirt was shoved into mouth mouth and duct tape was put around my mouth and head several times.

Pulling our hair, they got our heads cheek-to-cheek and tied them with
ropes.

They wanted proof that they had us, so besides
having our wallets and phones, they took a scissors
and began to hack our hair off our heads.

That's when we lost it and began to scream in our gags and jerk our bodies looking to do the impossible,
escape.

The put a rope around both of our necks and tightened until we began to choke:

"I told you don't make this harder than it has to be!!!!"

We nodded and he released the our necks.  We were
gasping for breath as he finished chopping off our hair.

They a long strip of tape was put over our eyes and around our heads.






We could hear the clicks of the camera as they photographed us.

Then they left us, helpless in a pool of sweat.