Hole in the woods

Bound.

Blindfolded.

Gagged.

The Jensen brothers arms had been lashed together behind their backs.  

Their chests and abs were circled with tightened ropes.

Their thighs and ankles were roped.

Thick wide duct tape circled their heads, pulling their hair, leaving only their noses free for air.

Over the shoulder they were carried, their sweat leaving a trail of drops.

Dumped into the trunk of the car.

Hogtied.

They drove for hours.

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The hogtie was cut.

They were pulled out of the trunk.

The tape was pulled from their eyes.

The saw the hole.

They panicked.

They were being buried alive.

They strained their ropes.

One by one they were dropped feet first down the hole.

The brothers were face to face, pressed together, their arms lacerated from the rocky walls of the hole. There was not an inch of space between them as they looked up.....

"We got the ransom.  Sorry boys."

The hole was sealed.

Then they terrified gagged screams of the Jensen brothers began! 

062920 JO Pic of the week: Waiting for the ransom to be paid

Waiting for the ransom to be paid.

"We found the boys' vehicle abandoned in the woods.  There was no sign of the missing boys.  However, there is one clue....  we found cut pieces of rope around the vehicle.

We have to assume it was used to tie them up.  Our searches found nothing.  All we can to is wait for the kidnappers to contact us."

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Billy flexed his powerful arms again the the ropes that bound them them behind his back.  He bit down hard on his gag.  Each time he flexed the ropes cut deeper into his upper arms.  No slack.  He stopped, panting, exhausted.  His kidnappers knew how to tie him up.  His powerful arms were useless.

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Ryan was heaving his body violently, trying to escape the tight hogtie they had put him in. His wrists and elbows were raw.  Finally, his thighs cramped.  He groaned in his gag, turned on his side.  He broke out into a cold sweat that soaked his shirt.



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Jake just lay their on his side, hogtied.  His struggles has sapped his strength.  His arms were numb, yet he could still feel the coils of ropes around his biceps, bound a scant three inches apart.  Waves of pain came from his stressed shoulders.  His elbows and wrists bled. He head a deep groan, think it was from one of his buddies until he realized it was coming from deep inside of him.

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John kept banging his body on the wooden floor, squirming to loosen the ropes.  He made so much noise that it brought the kidnappers in to check their ropes.  They dropped ropes from the rafters, tied it between their hogtied ankles and wrists and hoisted them up.  

Now they hung, their arms pulled back tearing their shoulders from their bodies, heads down dripping sweat onto the floor.

There would be no more struggled from the kidnapped boys.

All the could do is wait for the ransom to be paid.

062220 JO Pic of the week: Escape is futile

Roped

They circled the rope around their crossed wrists.  Then two of them, grabbing each an end of the rope, pulled in a tug-of-war.  They howled in pain as the rope became so tight it felt as if their hands were being cut off their arms!  Knotted, they moved the ends up to their elbows and pulled the same way until their forearms came together, and were rope from above their elbows down to their wrists.

Their diaphragms expended in their chests.
They panted for breath.
They begged them to loosen the ropes, just a bit so they could breath.

They looped more roped on their upper arms, just at the shoulder, and again heaved the ropes.

This time their words became screams.

Rags in their mouths shut off their cries.
Rope between their teeth and around their heads shoved the rags deep down their throats.

Their eyes were blinded with rags and ropes.

Their feet were kicked out from under them and they crashed to the floor.

Their shoes and socks were removed and they were stripped to their shorts.

They bound their legs, thighs, knees and ankles as the bound their arms.

They were squirming masses of roped sweat, with deep groans coming from their bodies.

They tormented them by tickling their feet and watching them squirm.

Finally they hogtied them,  sitting on their shins and roping their ankles to their wrists.

Then they left them.
Roped.
Shivering in their cold sweat on the cold concert floor.

061520 JO Pic of the week: TAPE HIM!

Post Traumatic Stress

Please help us.
The cuffs on my wrists are cutting down to the bone.
My arms are contorted behind my back with ropes.
My head is kept taped up.

If they keep us like this we will go insane!!

Please help us!!!!

Please help us.
My legs are
cramped.
If I move waves
of pain start at my neck and go down my spine.
It is hard to breath.
Please help us.

They wrestled Clayton to the ground.  The held him as they kicked and beat him into submission.  Pulling his arms behind his back, the doubled cuffed his wrists.  Weaving rope around his upper arms from his shoulders to his elbows, with a foot  on his forearms for leverage, they pulled his upper arms together, until they were a scant few inches apart.  A rag down his throat and tape over his mouth silences his screams.  Sweating profusely, they bent each of his legs and bound his ankles to his shins.

All right.
Chain me up.
Tie me up.
Beat me up.

You won't get the satisfaction of hearing
me scream from your torture games.




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I still have flashbacks a year latter on what happened to us.  They tell me its PTSD.  
We were left with broken ribs, double cuffed wrists, roped arms and taped, sitting cross legged on the dirt floor, our hamstrings popped.  Blood dipped from our wrists.  It was 36 hours before the cops found us, and several hours to be freed from the cuffs.

The torture broke us.

(At that part of the interview Ryan just began to scream.)

The Ryan Brothers

There was always rope and rags in the back of the Ryan brothers' truck.  Since they were kids they enjoyed tie up games.... challenges to escape while tied up and blindfolded.  Now they both realized that this time was going to be different.... this time

IT WILL BE REAL!

The rags would make them want to puke.

The ropes would not be just on their wrists and ankles.

For the first time it wast going to hurt...and they will just have to be tough enough to take it.

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Bound hand and foot, elbows and knees.

Ankles hogtied to their wrists.

Rags stuffed down their throats.

Rag tied between their teeth and around their heads.

On their sides they looked at each other sweaty faces as the truck bounced through old roads deep in the woods.

The but of a gun being pressed into their necks.

Their hearts racing with fear and their arms numbing up.

A deep groan coming from deep inside of the brothers.....

They drove the truck for what seemed like an eternity, until they arrived.

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"Mr. Ryan we kidnapped your boys.  We took their truck, tied them up, beat them up and strung them up.  Unless you follow exactly our instructions, we will torture them and you will watch."

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Their hogties were cut.

The live streaming began.

Rope snaked from their shoulders down to their wrists, contorting their arms behind their backs.  Their shirts were pulled up over their heads, bearing their chests.  Their torsos were circled with ropes.

Their boots and socks were removed, and the hook of the pulleys when attached to their feet.  

Their were hoisted up into the air until their heads were a few feet off the ground.

Their belts were removed from the pants, and they were beaten with them, on their chests and arms, their bodies swaying back and forth.

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Pushing the brothers together, they tied their necks together, and left to collect the ransom.

They hung.

Eyes focused on each others terror.

Sweat and blood dripping to the dirt floor.

Heads exploding.

Welts on their chests and arms burning.

And they waited.......

060820 JO Pic of the week: The feel of the rope

The bait

They brought Billy into the old factory.  

They cuffed his wrists behind is back, squeezing the cuffs as tight as possible.  The metal crushed into his bones.

"Ok we're going to string you up!"

Billy saw the rope.

"Please.  Why are you doing this to me?"

"We have a score to settle with your brother... so

you are the BAIT!"

Billy's protest was stopped with an old rag shoved down his throat, and duct tape covered his mouth.

Weaving the rope up Billy's arms, from his wrists to his shoulders, he was tied tight.

The bound Billy's cuffed wrists to his body with rope around his gut.  They did not want to rips his arms off his body when they strung him up.

Placing the hook under the ropes between his biceps, the hoisted him up until he was a few feet off the floor, his gagged screams echoing off of the walls of the old factory.

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Billy could only helplessly watch as they beat his brother Ryan until he told them where he had hidden the drugs.

Then they gagged him, pushed him chest to chest with Billy, tied them together, and left them hanging from their arms.