The feel of the ropes.

 

They looked at the rope.

It was going to hurt.. a lot.

The tighter they would make it, the more it would be torture.

They turned around.  They put their arms behind their backs and surrendered to the ropes.

The realized, as they being tightly ropes, any movement to escape would scrape the skin off their arms, chests and abs.

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They were marched, the three tethered at their necks, their shirts used as tight gags.  Their forearms were tightly lashed together from their elbows down to their wrists.  Ropes circled their upper arms, and sliced deep into their pecs.  Ropes around their bound wrists circled their bellies, crushing the abs.

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They reached their prison.  Here they would be held until the ransom was paid.

"They freed our necks and kicked me down to the floor.  I crashed onto my arms.  They removed my boots, socks and jeans.  My thighs and ankles were firmly bound with the ropes.   They put a noose around my neck hanging me to the rafters.  They made it taught... it cut into my chin.  Sweat and blood began to trickle from the rope burns."

"When they had finished stringing us up, they tightened the ropes on our arms and torsos.  Painful, moaning sounds came through our gags as were were photographed and videoed for the ransom demands.  Finally the left us and drove away."

We struggled to no avail.  We could feel the ropes cutting deep into muscle and flesh, until we no longer could bare it.

We stood their motionless, looking up the the broken roof, and the lighting flashed and a cold rain drenched our rope tortured bodies.