"Why is this happening to us?"

 

Ryan bit down on the knotted bandanna between his teeth.  His hands hurt.  His wrists, crossed behind his back, had been secured with ropes.

A steel rebar was put under his biceps across his back.  His upper arms were roped to it.  His wrists were pushed up high behind his back and tied to the rebar.  His biceps bulged in the ropes.  His arms quickly turned a blue and his veins were popping through his skin.  Circling his chest with ropes, he was unable to move his arms or wrists as they pounded with waves of agony.

Kicked on his arms, he crashed to the floor.  Jake's ankles were crossed, his legs bent back, and his ankles were hogtied to his wrists.  They sat on his shins as the tied him... his wrists and ankle touched.

Now his legs cramped  and his hamstrings popped.  Jake groaned as his head was taped, over the bandanna gag and his eyes, blindfolding and gagging him.

Dragged down the stairs by the protruding ends of the rebar, they are dumped into an oil change pit.

The pit was closed and locked. 

Now all they could is wait, sweat and endure the throbbing waves of torture in their arms and legs, not knowing why this was happening to them.