"They took our shirts!"

 

Jesse had guess right.

He was roped tight.

The rope scraped his neck, arms, wrists, chest, gut, and belly. Any movement to try to relieve the tightness only caused more rope burn.

He sat there.  Gagged with rope between his teeth, burning the sides of his mouth.

He looked at his friends sweaty bodies.  One my one their legs and feet were tied.  He grabbed Jesse, swung him over his shoulder, and dumped him and his buddies into the large crate.

Sealed in.  They began to choke on the gas being pumped in until they all lost consciousness.

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We hung from our feet.

The bouncing in the crate caused deep rope cuts on our skin.  Sweat and blood form small puddles below us.

Our eyes had been blindfolded with ropes, and our shoes and socks removed, so the ropes now bit into our crossed ankles.

I swung back and force from the force of the blows.

Chest

Gut

Shoulders

Bound arms.

Sweat sprayed with each grunt, until I lost consciousness, swing back of forth.

Cold water in my face brought me back.

We had been cut down.

Our ankles has been hogtied to our necks.

We were a mass of raw flesh.

We were left, waiting for the ransom to be paid.

No strength.  We just lay there, helpless, trying not to move in the torture ropes.