112921 JO Pic of the week: Desperate

 

Whimpering and Broken

 Coach Benson and Ryan, one of the boys on the team, appeared in the video.  Ryan was gagged.  Their faces: sweaty.... they were stressed.  Coach begged for the ransom to be paid, or they will never see him or the boys again.

The video ended with a photo of one of the boys roped in such a way that after a while it would be torture.

We just lay there on the beds tied up.  The strain on our shoulders made the pain go right down our spines.  Our arms, numb, yet burning.  Our hamstrings cramped.

At times some would come and check our ropes, yanking on our arms, increasing the agony, and tightening the ropes even more.  Then he would tickly our feet, making us squirm in our bonds, the coarse ropes burning our skin.

My powerful arms were useless.  I was terrified that I could not move them.  I could feel my shirt soaked with sweat. They put a metal rod into the ropes between my biceps, and turned it, forcing them closer together, and recorded my gagged screams as it felt like my shoulders were being torn from my body.

The school board paid the ransom.

The kidnappers left the boys in the ropes, now whimpering and broken, waiting to be rescued.

It took 24 hours before the authorities found them. 

Failed Escape

 They tried to escape, but they were caught.  This time they would tie them up.

They tried to fight, but they were overpowered, and bound.

They were brought back to where they had escaped from... but now they were tightly tied up and new batch of ransom photos would be sent.

"And until the ransom is paid, your boys will be left bound and gagged, without food or water."

This can't be real

Stripped to the waist.

Pockets emptied.

Marched to the basement at gunpoint.

 

Hands tied behind their backs with rope.

Blindfolded.

Gagged.

Dumped into a van.

Drugged.

Driven away.

Coming to...

Tied to chairs...

Soaked with sweat.

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We all survived it.

When we came to it took us a few minutes to realize that this was real...

That we were kidnapped.

Our arms and legs were neutralized with ropes.

We strained against the ropes, but with no chance of escaping.

We sat there, feeling the sweat trickle down our chests.

And waited the many hours until the ransom was paid and we were rescued.

112221 JO Pic of the week: I won't give you any trouble

 

Roped. Cuffed. Taped.

 They sat there...roped, cuffed, and taped.  

Their bodies:  Stiff.

Their arms: Numb.

Their legs:  Cramped.

It had already been hours.

"How long will I be kept like this?" he wondered as he shifted his body the few inches he could, looking for some relief.

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They sat in the chairs, their hands cuffed behind.  Their biceps were lashed to the sides of their chairs, numbing and burning their arms.  A rope was placed on he cuff chain and their wrists pushed up and tied, causing their biceps to bulge in the rope.

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Ryan's heart was racing in his chest as they brought the boy in with his wrists cuffed behind his back.  He looked at his teammates.. bound in misery.  They shoved his on a chair and methodically bound and taped him.  He hoped he was tough enough to take this.... his buddies had already been tied up for hours.

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The university administration and their parents watched the ransom video as Mike pleaded with them.  Then he was taped blinded and gagged, and the scream went dark.

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The ransom was paid 12 hours latter.  They were uncuffed, removed from the chair, and dumped, bound in the woods... a bloody and sweaty mess.

Piles of rope

 

He lay on his bound arms, contorted by the ropes behind his back.  Wrists crossed and pushed up high toward his head.  Elbows and forearms roped together.

Biceps tied and pulled just a few inches apart.  Torso and gut crisscrossed and circled with rope.

Each leg bent, ankle tied to this thigh.  

Rags stuffed down his throat and tied in place with ropes between his teeth and around his head.

He looked down at his chest.

The tight ropes ha swelled his pecs, and strips of rope burn covered his sweaty torso.

He looked at his buddies.

Fear and terror on his faces, their bodies like a rope mummy.

Put on their knees.  Rope from the roof tied to their wrists....

They balanced as best they could, every movement now torture.

Forced to watch the same video, over and over, 

foreshadowing their fates

if the ransom was not paid.

111521 JO Pic of the week: GET THE ROPE!

 

Cooked

 They roped their arms behind their backs, forcing their elbows and forearms together, with their wrists crossed.  Circling their chests they lashed their upper arms to their sides.  Roping around their wrists and waist, they bound their tied arms to their torsos.

Taping their heads and shoving a bandanna down their throats, they were blindfolded and gagged.

Placed in a choke hold, they were gut punched until their legs buckled.  Their boots and socks were removed, and their pants' legs folded up do thee ropes would bite into their crossed ankles.

Then they were hoisted up!

With their heads a foot off the ground, they took a knife and cut off their shirts, baring their chests towards the hot sun.

Then their were hoisted up high off the ground.

Now strung up, bound and bare-chested, they baked in the sun, squirming in the ropes, their sweat puddling on the ground below them.

"Now boys it's 90 degrees and the sun will set in 8 hours.  You should be well cooked by then.... then well take some ransom photos and leave you up their for the night."

Their gagged cries began.