They climbed down the stairs to the underground bunker at gunpoint. When they reached the bottom, their arms were pulled behind their backs and their wrists were bound with ropes. Duct tape covered their eyes and mouths.
There was plenty of old strong rope in the bunker.
More than enough to tie them up with.
Then they would make the call and see how much they could collect in ransom for them.
His biceps had been lashed to each side of the metal chair, roping around his upper arms and tightening the ropes between his biceps and the chair.
When the pushed the 20 year old Marine's wrists up to his neck, and tied them there, his biceps bulged in the bounds, and the ropes crushed into his muscle.
Each of his ankles were pulled to the back legs of the chair and tied there. Ropes around his thighs lashed them to the seat of the chair.
Jacobs. shirt had been ripped open, and his undershirt was pulled up, baring his chest.
More of the rough rope was circled around his chest and abs, tightly cutting into his skin.
The rednecks left the bound men fighting to escape as they made a ransom call.
But even with all their strength, and hours of struggle, the ropes held.
All they could do was sit there and endure.
And sweat.
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