Their truck was perfect for putting in four bound boys.
The quarter inch hemp rope, tied as tight as possible, would torture their skin if the struggled to get free.
The extra wide tape around their heads a half a dozen times would leave only their nose free to breath, and an impossible to remove blindfold and gag.
Their bound their arms at the wrists and elbows with coarse rope behind their backs.
Removing their shoes and socks, they tied their ankles.
The put the four boys in the back of the truck, laying prone on their arms.
The truck took off, with a guard in the back, tickling their sweaty bellies with the butt of a rifle.
The old barn would be a great place to string up their victims, and torture them if the ransom demands were not being met.
The bound boys were carried out of the truck and dumped on the floor.
Now they tied their whole upper bodies with the tight rough ropes tying their biceps and forcing their forearms, now also tied together, into the spines. Rope now bound their thighs and knees.
The boys terrorized gagged groans fill the space as they were hoisted up by their ankles, and left swinging back and forth, their heads a few inches off the ground, now puddling with their dripping sweat.
To force the ransom, they would play with a plastic garbage bag tied around their necks. The closeup would show the bag tight around their taped faces to the point of suffocation, the bag then pulled off to recording their gasping breaths.
We are tough, muscular guys. We could take the roping, tapings, and torture games they played with us.
But finally one think broke us... and left us hanging, whimpering and gagged begging to stop....
They tickled our feet for hours until we dropped into madness.
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