Their arms were tied behind their backs.
Thick tape covered their eyes and mouths.
HELPLESS.
They were dumped into the back of a windowless van. Their ankles were bound.
We were rolled onto our backs. Our arms were stressed from the contorted position the ropes bound them.
When they got all of us in the van, we drove off...
a guard holding a semi-automatic weapon tickling our shoulders and necks with the butt of the gun, terrorizing us.
We were dumped into the cold, wet basement.
We were forced to kneel in pairs, facing each other. Our bodies were pushed together. We would smell each other's breath and feel the sweat that soaked our shirts. They pushed our faces together, put a sack over our heads, and roped our necks. Then they lashed our torsos together, and then kicked us. We crashed onto our sides onto the cold wet concrete floor.
Our legs were bent back and a rope from our bound feet hogtied them to our tied necks.
Photographed for ransom photos, the six of us lay squirming in our ropes, shivering and rope tortured, waiting for the ransom to be paid.
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