The Hell Hole

 

They took six zip tie cuffs, pulled Ryan's arms behind his back, and began to bind them.

Put his hands in them they slid them up his arms at his shoulders and zipped them.  They did it again at his biceps, above and below his elbows, at his forearms and finally at his wrists.  They forced his arms close together, stressed and pained as the plastic cut into his skin.

Ryan broke out into a cold sweat and the circled strong ropes around his chest and gut.  Binding his feet the carried the terrified boy to the hole. They ductaped his head, blindfolding and gagging him, they lowered him down the hole, standing, facing the rocky wall.

With the three of now compressed in the hole, there was no space -- we were squashed together.  Our fingers began to feel the zip ties of each other, but there was no way to brake them.  If we moved, the rough rocks would slice our pecs.  So we just stood there, motionless.

They heard a large grate being placed over the hole.  Then somebody shouted down to them...  "When the ransom is paid we'll tell them where to find you.  For now just hope it does not rain... that hole fills us with water very quickly."

They left as the sound of thunder boomed in the distance.  Panicked, they gagged screamed, the cuffs cut their arms to pieces, and the rocks lacerated their chests and the felt the rain starting to fall on their bound bodies.