"We staying here for a while. I don't want to kill you boys, but we're going to tie you up so you don't give us any trouble."
The tornado shelter would be a perfect place to lock up the bound brothers.
There was a large supply of tie down rope in their work shed. They would bind the brother with it and melt the knots, making escape impossible.
They roped their arms behind their backs, at the biceps, elbows forearms and wrists. Then they circled their torsos, no-way they could even move their arms.
They took their undershirts, made gags for them, and tied the rope between their teeth, around their heads, and melting the gag rope in front of their mouths.
They marched them down the cellar door steps, closed the top, and locked it.
They were plunged into darkness.
They groped each other's arms and wrists, picking at the knots, but, melted it was impossible.
They climbed the steps and with their bound arms and backs against the cover, banged their bodies against it... only to scrape their flesh raw.
Finally, they just lay their, cold, hungry and thirsty, pissing and shitting in their pants, as hours turned into days.
They took their undershirts, made gags for them, and tied the rope between their teeth, around their heads, and melting the gag rope in front of their mouths.
They marched them down the cellar door steps, closed the top, and locked it.
They were plunged into darkness.
They groped each other's arms and wrists, picking at the knots, but, melted it was impossible.
They climbed the steps and with their bound arms and backs against the cover, banged their bodies against it... only to scrape their flesh raw.
Finally, they just lay their, cold, hungry and thirsty, pissing and shitting in their pants, as hours turned into days.
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