110220 JO Pic of the week: Stay calm boy

 

102620 JO Pic of the week: The end of the road

 

Hopeless.

 

"We're not hurt.  We're all tied up.  They are holding us as hostages.  Unless you follow all of their orders, they will kill us."

Ryan stopped speaking.

He struggled as a ball gag was shoved into his mouth.

The screen went dark.

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Rope.

Brandon was covered with rope.

Binding him to the chair. His forearms were roped together from elbows to his wrists.

His upper arms were tied to the top rung of the chair.

Ropes crisscrossed his torso, binding him to the chair.  His thighs were tied together and lashed to the seat of the chair.  His ankles were pulled apart and each one tied to one of the front legs of the chair.

He forced himself to move the inches he could to relieve the cramps from being forced to sit tied up.

He shook his head again to get the sweat off his face as his saliva dribbled from the ball gag soaking his shirt.

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Justin kept flexing his upper arms, trying to loosen the ropes.  The coarse rough rope only tightened around his triceps, burning his skin and digging into his muscle.

He heaved his chest and tightened his gut.  Again, nothing.  Finally he drew upon all his strength, and  fought the ropes, only to flip the chair backwards, crashing on his tied arms.  He heard a crack.  Something broke.  Not the chair... it was all steel.  He realized he broke his arms and was too numb to feel it!

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Their demands were met.

But they left us tied up, Justin with his broken arms.

Struggle as we did, there was no escape.

No food.

No water.

We pissed and shit on ourselves.

Waiting for death.

Hopeless.

The three cards

 Their backs were against the uprights in the old barn basement.  Their arms were up above their heads.  Their wrists were pulled behind the uprights, crossed and tied with strong rope.  Around their biceps the ropes lashed their upper arms to the uprights, as well as their necks.

Their feet were pulled behind like their wrists, ankles crossed and roped.  Rope around their thighs lashed them to it, like the ropes on their biceps.

Old rags were stuffed into their mouths, covered with a knotted bandanna, gagging them.

Sweat poured from their faces and armpits.  Their shirts drenched with sweat.

The camera was placed so their torsos, circled with ropes, and their faces were in view.  Another camera was behind their heads, showing the rope that secured their biceps.  A metal bar was put between the ropes, and turned, tightening the ropes around their upper arms and the upright, cutting deep into their strong muscle.

The camera in front zoomed in on their faces.  eyes popping out in terror... gagged grunts and moans coming from deep in side them from the torture.

Their shirts were torn open, exposing their roped bare chests and bellies.

A number was drown with a wide sharpie between their pecs....

1-2-3

Three cards were shuffled.

Put face down.

The metal bar between their upper arms was now placed in the ropes around their necks.

"Mr. Benson.  You have 1 hours to deposit the ransom.  Or we draw a card and you will watch one of your sons choked slowly to death."

They put a timer next to the cards.

Left the bound brothers struggling to get free.

Staring at the three cards.

 

101920 JO Pic of the week: Defiant

 

101220 JO pic of the week: Surrender to Ropes

 

Hell Hole Prison

 

They weaved the rope around Aaron's arms behind his back, pulling and yanking on each turn, straining his arms, his shoulders close to dislocating from his torso.

When they finished, his biceps were a scant few inches apart, his elbows to wrists tied together.

There was just one knot, around his wrists, which they melted.

When their arms were bound, they tore their shirts off of them.  Rough texture rope was circled

several dozen time around their torso, so tight it began to slice into their pectorals, chests, and and gut.

    

They broke out into a cold sweat from the torture caused by the ropes.  A foam rubber ball was shoved into their mouths, and circled by strong tape around their heads.

Finally the roped up their legs and ankles, and brought them outside to the hell hole.

They hogtied their ankles to their necks.

Pulled up the ladder.

And sealed the hole.

As their gagged moans echoes off the walls...

And their struggled only showed deep rope burns.

They heard the hammering of nails and their prison went dark.

100520 JO Pic of the week: Team napped