011721 JO Pic of the week: Ransom Photos

 

Just the start

 

The got our wrists high up our backs.  The strain on our shoulder was painful.  Then the took the ends of the rope, put it inside the bend of our elbows, and yanked our forearms together.  The tape gag flew off of my mouth from the force of my scream, but the gag was reapplied.  They turned me around, against the wall, and went to work on my friends. My shoulders felt like they were being torn from my body!

"We're going to fuckin' tie you boys up so tight you'll cry for your mommy."

"That's right boy.  Push up those sleeves and bare your arms...we want you to feel the rope on your arms!"

They beat up Ryan for his resistance and then roped him.

Their families watch as Billy was tightly gagged and hoisted up by his arms.  The wide shot showed the 5 buddies hanging and screaming in their gags!

011121 JO Pic of the week: Boys will be boys pranks

 

Held for Ransom

 

They surrendered their arms behind their backs to the rope.  They looked at the three chairs.  They realized that soon they would be tied to them.  They finally realized their fate:  there were KIDNAPPED AND HELD FOR RANSOM! 

Their hands were tied behind their backs.

They were taped.

Blind.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, ready to explode.  

They put me on the chair with my tied hands behind it, and roped my upper arms tightly to the sides. They  crossed ropes over my torso, binding my chest and gut to the chair. They pulled my legs back and tied them to the back feet of the chair.  Then circling mm thighs, they bound them together to the seat of the chair.  Finally they pushed my my bound wrists, pushed me head back, and tied them to my neck.

I could not move!  I just could hear them binding my buddies as my sweat was absorbed into my shirt.

They terrorized us.

I could feel the tip of the knife being traced on my brow and beck, my shoulders and chests, my gut and my balls.  If I moaned or made a sound I would be sharply slapped on my taped face.

They tightened the ropes binding my biceps to the sides of the chairs.  I could feel the veins popping in my forearms and my hands numbing up.

A plastic bag was tied over our heads.  The camera closed in tight on our taped faces.  They live streamed me suffocating, helplessly straining against the ropes, until I went unconscious.

Splashing cold water on my head, they took their knife and cut off my hair.

Our families watched our torture as they transferred $30 million dollars to the kidnappers.

They kidnappers left us, with the camera focused on the three of us.

It was 24 hours latter that the authorities were able to track it down and rescue us.

010421 JO Pic of the week: "Get them roped!"

 

 

Powerless and Helpless

"We're going to make sure that those arms of yours are powerless, and there is no chance for you to escape.  Now on your knees and put your arms above your heads."

 

Billy knelt with his arms in the air knowing that he and his brother were going to be roped.  Two of the kidnappers came to him, one in front, one behind.  They carried a six foot long one inch diameter graded steel rod.  They laid it across his upper back, and lashed it with roped from his neck and around his chest.  They made Billy put his upper arms on it.  Pushing up his sleeves to base his shoulders, they roped his upper arms from shoulder to elbow to it, circling it a dozen times with rope, and then tightening the coils between his flesh and the rod.

Kicking him in the back, Billy crashed onto the ground.  They pulled his wrists together and tightly roped them.  Taking a rope from his wrists, they yanked his hands up to the middle of the rod, and tied them there.  Billy's biceps bulged in the ropes.  They cut deep into his muscle.  He screamed.  They gagged him.

They stripped them of their pants, crossed their ankles and tied them.  They also lashed together their thighs.  Bending their legs back, they hogtied their ankles to their wrists.

Finally they duct taped their heads, blinding and gagging them.

They were left.

They struggled for hours.  They graded rod ripped through their skin.  Finally they stopped.  Exhausted.  Tortured.  

They lay their still in their bounds, powerless and helpless, waiting for their fate.
 

Strung up by their wrists

 Their wrists were crossed and tied with rope in front of them.  

The hook was put between the ropes and secured with duct tape.

They were hoisted up.

Ryan's sleeves pushed down to his shoulders.  Jake and Josh's tee shirts pulled up, exposing their navels.

They were hanging a foot off of the floor.

They rolled Ryan's sleeves until his upper arms were bare.  Pushing his head down, their lashed his elbows together behind his head and bound his biceps to his neck.

They shoved a rag in his mouth and taped around his head, gagging him.

Tying his ankles, thighs and knees, they bent his legs back and bound his ankles to his waist.

They pushed him, and laughed as swung back and forth, sweat dripping from his brow.

They photographed Josh hanging from his wrists.  They focused on his navel, wet with sweat, and his drenched shirt.  They closed in on his hands, a dark sickly color, and the red tone to the rope burn on his wrists and arms.

They began the zoom meeting with their parents.  They cut off the shirts from their bodies, and with a large Sharpie drew the numbers 1, 2, and 3 across their chests.

They were shown the three cards.  

They then pulled one....  2

The lot fell to Ryan.

They had 1 hour to transfer the three millions dollars, or it would begin with him, followed by his friends.