The scars of ropeburn

Jesse moved his body the few inches he could to try to relieve the stress on his arms.  The rope had lashed his elbows together.  His shoulders were strained.  His breathing was labored as his diaphragm had expanded.
Sweat poured down his blindfolded and gagged face.

The few inches gave a momentary relief until he slumped again in the chair, exhausted.

Suddenly he was pulled by his hair....

"You trying to escape boy?  Get more rope on him!"

Roping between his biceps they pulled until the rope cut into his muscle.  Jesse screamed in his gag and was punched in the face until he was out cold.

Brandon just sat there shaking.

The 19 year old was terrified.

Not being able to move, to see, to talk were
taking their toll on him.

He started to convulse in panic
squirming on the chair shaking his head wildly back and forth.

Somebody began to rub his chest...

"Calm down boy.  Calm down boy.  Your struggles are only making the ropes tighter.  This will all be over soon, one way or another."

Brandon head slumped on his chest as he tried to
control his fear of having lost control.

To motivate the university they put a plastic bag over Jared's head and filled him as he was suffocating.  When the bag was finally firm against his face, they pulled it off leaving the bound man gasping for breath.