Their wrists were skinned from their struggles. Panic. There were choking! The nooses around their necks were pulled upward so that the boys were stretched. They kept rotating their wrists in the coarse ropes, looking for a knot.....
They came with more rope, behind them two of the kidnappers looped it above each of their elbows. They heaved at the ends in a tug of war.... their forearms smashed together, their chests heaved outward dripping sweat. A loud gasp fell from their lips.
"Please. I'm choking. You're breaking my arms!"
Their shirts were torn and shoved into their mouths, and covered with tape.
Their upper arms were tied behind their backs and around their chests. The rope dug deep into their pectorals. Rope around their wrists went under their balls and around their gut... crushing their testicles.
There they hung.
There they sweat.
Each breath caused the ropes around their torsos to dig deeper into their skin.
There necks, scrapped from the nooses, dripped blood.
They stood at a straight position of attention... bending their heads back so they could breath.
Their eyes were popping out of their heads.
They had to beat the clock....
The ransom paid...
Or they would finally collapse from starvation and dehydration, and choke to death.
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