092420 JO Pic of the week: Strung up

 

 

Redneck Ambush

 

They were surrounded.

They exited the vehicle.

Unarmed.

They got to their knees and put their hands behind their heads.

Their arms were pulled behind their backs and their crossed wrists quickly bound tightly with rope.

 A rag was stuffed into the mouths and tape covered their mouth and eyes.

Dumped into the two Jeeps, their ankles were tied.

Taking their own vehicle along, the three  drove on the backroads into the deep woods.

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They were dumped on the floor.

Coiling and weaving rope around their biceps, they yanked their arms together.  They grunted as the rope sliced through their muscular arms.  They pulled until their forearms came together. Then their biceps and forearms were tied off.

The contorted roping of their arms labored their breathing.  Their sweat began to soak through their shirts.  Dropping ropes from the ceiling beams, they tied it between their biceps.

Then they were hoisted up!

Ali was an Iraqi Marine training with his American counterparts. When the rednecks looked at his identification, they decided to torture him.  Ali was hanging from his roped arms. They ripped open his shirts, baring his chest, and cut him up with a sharp knife.  Ali did not make a sound.  Finally they beat him until he was unconscious.

"They asked for ransom.  The Marines do not negotiate with terrorists.  They decide to leave us, hanging from our arms."

And wondered if we would be found in time!

 

092120 JO Pic of the week: Spread Out

 

All tied up

 

Jay closed his eyes as the began roping his wrists and elbows behind his back.  He bit down on the knotted bandanna in his mouth as his forearms came together, straining his shoulders.  He felt the cold sweat  on his face and wetting his shirt.  

Duct tape around his head now covered the gag and blindfolded him.  The sleeves of his shirt we pushed up, and ropes from his shoulders to his elbows lashed his upper arms to his sides. His arms and wrists quickly became numb.

Grabbing him by his bound arms they marched him to an awaiting truck.  Dumped in on his belly, his ankles were securely bound with ropes.

His friends were dumped next to him.

And the truck took off, a guard pushing the butt of his long gun into their bodies.

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Dustin was dragged from the truck by his bound ankles.  Dumped onto the the floor of the old shelter, they hogtied his ankles to his wrists. Now on his belly, they bound his knees.  Dropping a rope from the crossbeam in the shelter, they tied it to his neck, so that, of he moved, he would choke.

There the lay, 

helplessly tied up.

As darkness came...

...and with it cold air....

...and the night time animals were waking up.

09142020 JO Pic of the week: GAG HIM!

 

"Just don't hurt us."

 They had wondered why their abductors not only emptied their pockets, took their shoes and socks, but also had them strip to the waist.

Then they saw the rope...

...and knew it was going to hurt.... and burn bad.

They saw the rags that we be stuffed down their throats to gag them, and already that were retching with the thought of these rag in their mouths, secured by the rope.

Finally the wall of rusty bars they would be bound to, spread-eagled, their arms torture by the rough rope.

Norman was forced again to strip, this time to his shorts.  He spread himself against the rectangular bars.  They began to bind him.....

his neck...

his wrists...

his forearms...

his elbows...

his wrists....

his ankles....

his legs...

his knees...

his thighs...

his chest...

his gut...

...each time the rope circled three times, and tightened between the ropes and the grill so tightly blood already began to trickle down his limbs and chest.

 

Their screams of agony were silenced by the rags and the rope, between their teeth and fixing them to the grill.

They could not move

That's when they began taking the ransom videos, and the torture began...

The tourniquets were roped around their biceps and thighs.  They were turned tighter and tighter.  

Sweat poured from their armpits and faces, eyes bulging out of their heads, gasping gagged moans filling the room.  As they turned it, it cut through skin and muscle, down to near the bone.

Their families watched and transferred the millions in ransom.

The torture stopped.

They were cut down, unconscious.

They tied their wrists behind their backs, and their ankles to their wrists.

And left them...

...to wait to be rescued.

 

090720 Labor Day JO Pic of the work: Work on it