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.

HELD FOR RANSOM!

 Their arms were tied behind their backs.

Thick tape covered their eyes and mouths.

HELPLESS.

They were dumped into the back of a windowless van.  Their ankles were bound.

We were rolled onto our backs.  Our arms were stressed from the contorted position the ropes bound them.  

When they got all of us in the van, we drove off...

a guard holding a semi-automatic weapon tickling our shoulders and necks with the butt of the gun, terrorizing us.

We were dumped into the cold, wet basement.

We were forced to kneel in pairs, facing each other. Our bodies were pushed together.  We would smell each other's breath and feel the sweat that soaked our shirts.  They pushed our faces together, put a sack over our heads, and roped our necks.  Then they lashed our torsos together, and then kicked us.  We crashed onto our sides onto the cold wet concrete floor.

Our legs were bent back and a rope from our bound feet hogtied them to our tied necks.

Photographed for ransom photos, the six of us lay squirming in our ropes, shivering and rope tortured, waiting for the ransom to be paid.

122720 JO Pic of the week: "I've been kidnapped!"

 

Endure

 

Robere was choking.

Any struggle to free his arms or legs caused the ropes around his neck to tighten.

It was torture.

The gag shoved down his throat made his want to puke. He realized he could choke on his own vomit.

All he could do was to remain motionless  ... and sweat.

Ryan arms felt like they were breaking.  His shoulders felt they were being torn off his body.  His wrists pounded with pain.

His wrists were crossed, tied, pushed far up his have, and tied to his neck.  His forearms had been forced together and bound. Rope around his upper arms circled his chest.

Hogtied.  Helpless.  Enduring the rope torture.

Benny's hamstrings were cramped.  They sat on his shins as they bound his legs.

Now a rope tied to his large toes was tied up to his neck.

He tried to release the cramps with the few inches he had, but the ropes tightened around his neck.

Paralyzed in a pool of sweat.

They were drunk.

They came in and began to tickle our feet.

If we moved we choked.

We had to endure....

But it soon was maddening...

We felt we were going insane.

122120 JO Pic of the week-- Ransom Motivation