36 hours in deep shit

 Roped wrists, forearms, elbows and biceps behind their backs...

Tied ankles, knees and thighs...

Blindfolded and gagged with tape.

They knew they were in deep shit!

Forced to stand at attention, the noose were put around their necks, and tightened and pulled upward, so their heads were pulled back.  They were at the choking point.

Pure terror.

They could feel the sweat dripping from their chins and soaking their shirts.  Sweat trickled from their armpits.  

They ripped off their shirts.

And wrote a number, with a large sharpie, one...two...and three...

The order in which they would be hung unless their demands were met.

They were alone.

Tied up and hung up.

Waiting.

They struggled to brake their arms free from their bonds, to wiggle the ropes down their arms and work the knot on their wrists.

To free their necks from the noose.

They scrapped off skin and hairs... leaving their arms a bloody mess, but still roped tight.

As hours passed the came in and came to Ryan.

"Turn the cameras on...

Sorry boy, you're number one."

Ryan felt the noose tighten...

He was hoisted up a few inches off the floor...

Gag screaming as he began to choke......

When gunshots filled the room.

The noose was cut and Ryan collapsed to the floor.  Somebody loosened the noose, and pulled the tape off you eyes.

"You're safe now boys.  The hijackers are dead.  Relax, we're going to untie you.

They were a mess..... but amazed they survived 36 hours in deep shit.