060120 JO Pic of the week: Ransom Photos

The Harris Boys

Mr. Harris.  We've kidnapped your sons.
We have the nicely tied up.
We want $3 million in ransom, or we will torture them slowly to death.
Instructions follow.

 They were stretched out on the ground between two stakes... one roped to their necks, another roped to their ankles.

 They lay on their bound roped numb arms.... tied together at the elbows, forearms and wrists, and roped biceps only a few inches apart.

 Their shirts had been rolled over their heads, around their necks, baring their chests, glistening with sweat under the scorching sun. 

A rolled up bandanna was shoved down their throats.  

A second knotted bandanna, tied around their heads, held the gag in place.

Their torsos jerked involuntarily as the sun tortured their faces, chests and abs.  

The ropes around their necks and bare feet burned their flesh as their bodies jerked frantically
trying to escape the sun rays.

They were parched with thirst.  
Their kidnappers would torture their feet by using a pointed stick to tickle their soles, jerking their staked out bodies all the more.

Each one had a camera above their gagged faces, focusing on their terrified eyes, their sweat soaked faces, and their raw necks.  Their heads would jerk around and their groans of agony were live-streamed to their father.

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Surrender to Ropes

They were forced to strip to the waist.  They knew they were going to be bound so securely that any struggle to escape would be rope torture on their bare flesh.

They thought they were tough enough to take it, but after the binding- pure panic took over as they they realized they were helpless.

Every breath was torture.  Their tied crossed wrists were pushed high up their backs, their elbows and forearms tied together.  They contortion of their bodies expanded their diaphragm... the rope from their wrists was tied to their necks, chocking them.  The cords around their upper body compressed their pectorals and abs.  Their breaths were short... each one a gasp for air.

Their bodies were bound like pretzels...  their ankles, crossed and roped were behind their necks, their torso bent forward to their thighs.  Their spines felt they were about to fracture into pieces, as their spinal cords were popping through the skin on their backs.

The rag gagging them was shoved deep down their throats, and the roped sounding their heads was between they teeth and around their eyes.  

They lay their, bound in sweat, awaiting their fates.

Left alone

They hung from their wrists... facing each other, their wrists tied together.

Their sweat soaked torsos had been pressed together by ropes surrounding them.

Their biceps had been tied to each others, as well as their necks.

Their ankles had been bound and their legs bent back, their ankles tied around their waists.

All the weight of their muscular bodies was on their wrists.

The gag in their mouth was chocking them.

Their looked at the terror in each other eyes.

Was the one with the knife going to torture them, making a ransom video.

They were slimy.  They stunk 

They covered their eyes.

He took the knife and shaved their heads.

Collecting their hair into a box which would be sent to
their families along with the video of them, bald, hanging from their wrists.


Then left alone, their muffled screams for help not heard.

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Held for Ransom

Their arms were pulled behind their backs and they were roped at the elbows and wrists.  A knotted bandanna was shoved between their teeth and tied around their heads.

They were put into the back of the Jeep, laying on their arms.
Their ankles were tied with rope.

Now bound arms and feet and gagged, they drove off to their fates.

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They were dragged into the old barn, and the nooses were put around their necks, and made taut.

There were standing next to each other with Jody in the middle.  A long two by four was put under their upper arms, and their biceps were bound to it.  Now if one of the boys collapsed from exhaustion, he would cause his buddies to choke to death.

Soon they were soaked with sweat as they struggled to free their arms and wrists.  The ropes were tied as tight as possible.  It was impossible.  Their necks were stretched.  Bugs circled their faces and bodies.

All they could do is gaze at the camera live feeding their sufferings as they got weaker and weaker, hoping that the ransom would be paid.

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