Left to sweat

They sat cross-legged on the floor, back to back.
Each of their arms had been bound at the elbows and wrists.  Their wrists, made into fists, were taped.

Their upper arms were bound to each others, as well as their elbows and wrists.

Their cross-legs were tied, at their ankles, and around their thighs and shins.

Their tee shirts we pulled up their chests, covering their faces, duct taped in place around their eyes and mouths.

They head were pulled back, and tape together, cheek-to-cheek.

Sweat trickled down their hairy chests and bellies.

Their arms pounded with numbness.

Their hamstrings cramped.

Left tied up.

They struggled.

They wrenched their shoulders from their torsos and screamed in agony in their gags.

Finally, they gave in.

And sat, motionless, a low groan coming from deep within....

Left to feel the sweat trickle down their chests.