Their arms were lashed together behind their backs. A long rope tethered their necks. Bandannas were shoved down their throats and tied between their teeth and around their heads.
Marched, under guard by their kidnappers....
They started their trek down the old abandoned road.
The sweat poured down their faces. Bugs circled their heads. With their arms bound they could not swat them off. Their shirts were stained with sweat.
The were marched for two miles until they came to the end of the road.
There... their buddy Ryan, was hogtied to a tree!
They ripped our shirts off us us...
Forced us against trees,
and hogtied us to them
The ropes cut deep into our flesh: wrists, arms, neck, face and chest. Our hamstrings cramped. The bandanna shoved down our throats now held in place by rope was choking us.
After taking ransom photos they left us bound to the trees.
And the bugs feasted on our sweaty bodies.
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