The Wilson brothers

Hamstrings cramped.
Arms and wrists numb.
Shoulders throbbing.
Throat parched.
Sweat Soaked.

The Wilson brothers lay on the cold floor firmly roped and gagged, looking at each other sweaty faces of terror.

Constantly watched....  if they made any attempt to try to work their ropes, a sharp kick in the ribs followed.

Young Jay, 17, was shivering.  He was used to his older brothers tying him up in escape games since he was a kid, but this was real.

On his belly....
Elbows and wrists tied together behind his back...
Sleeves pushed up baring his shoulders....

Roped around his chest, cutting into his biceps...
Wrists tied to his crossed ankles...
Legs bent and bound....
Chocking on the gag...

He panicked!!!

His older brothers helplessly watched as the broke one of his ribs.

The plastic bag was shoved over Dakota's head and taped at his neck as they made sport of him suffocating for a ransom video.  The bag was tight on his face as he body jerked on the floor.  When they finally ripped it off of his head, he just lay there, heaving for breath, as they kicked his bound body.

Beaten, tortured and bound, Mike, 23, the eldest, watched their kidnappers leave.  His brothers watched as he tried to escape.  Then he stopped.  It was useless.






The Wilson brother lay in their sweaty bound misery wondering if they would ever be found and rescued.  All they would do was groan.