Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Madness

  • why did you tie me up
  • where are my friends
  • are you going to hurt me
  • we didn't know it was private property
  • please loosen the ropes
  • my wrists are numb
  • my arms are burning
  • please give me so water
  • please le me go
  • why are you leaving me
  • Oh my God
  • Please don't close that door.
  • Shit   SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!

  • STOP SLAPPING ME
  • I did not know it was private property
  • Why you doing this to me
  • We just made a mistake
  • I'm sorry
  • Come on, let me go
  • Are you just going to beat me up
  • Don't lock me in the dark again
  • I can't take being tied up anymore.
  • Oh fuck


  • Please don't tie my wrists so tight
  • Stop it - YOU'RE BREAKING MY ARMS!
  • My ELBOWS CAN'T TOUGH!
  • Oh Fuck does this hurt
  • How much rope are you going to us
  • That's enough.  I can't get out of this.
  • Why are you making its so tight
  • Stop torturing me please
  • We didn't do anything to you
  • Oh Christ I can't stand this!
  • Did you tie my friends up like this to
  • Oh don't lock me in here
  • HELLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



The could hear each other scream.
Their roped arms were pushed against the wall.
The steel door closed on them, squashing them in the small space.
Their heads almost touched the top
Only a small crevice of light cam from under the door

Their arms were tied together behind their backs, ropes circling them from shoulder to wrist.
Their legs were roped from thighs to ankles.

Sweat poured down their faces.
Blood trickled down their arms.

They knew they could not brake down the door.
They knew they could not free themselves from the ropes.

All they could do is scream and scream and scream.....



 
 
 
He could not take the screams any longer.
He opened each cell, one by one.
He looked at their sweaty faces...
 
 

The struggled but could not do much as he taped them up.
He locked them in again.
And left for the weekend.


Leaving the three young me to descend into MADNESS!

 
 
 




Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Coach and his boys





"These fucking ropes are too tight!"
"Any luck coach?"
"No."
"My wrists are burning and my arms are numb."
"My wrists are chaffed and my arms are ropeburned."
"Are we kidnapped?"
"I think so."
"Listen boys, don't fight to much now, stay calm and conserve your strength."
"Yeah, there is no way out of this shit, so what the fuck are we fighting it for."
"Shit, I can't take being tied up like this."
"Keep control boys, keep control, don't freak out."
"There're coming."
"Shit."



"You boys have fucking big mouths.  So it's time to gag you."

"Please don't gag us," the coach pleaded.


 But it was no use to beg"  Coach Lee's hair was pulled back, and, as his four wrestling team members helplessly watched, he was strangled until he opened his mouth, a ball of cloth shoved deep down his through.  They could hear him gagging as wide strung tape was put over his mouth and circled many times around his head.   The coach's head sunk to his chest, there was nothing he could do for his boys.  He watched helplessly as they all were gagged.  When they had all of them tightly gagged, they left their victims to sit in their chairs and sweat.

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Mike was think about what happened.  It was dark, on a back road, coach was driving when their van was pushed off the road.  Mike was sleeping when he was startled to see two guys coming in, holding guns.  The five were pulled out from their van and moved into a small mini-bus.  Their hands were tired behind their backs.  A rag, moist with chloroform, was put over their faces knocking them out.

When Mike awoke he was roped to a chair.  His bound wrists were behind the back of the chair and pushed up and tied to the chair top.  Around his upper arms a strong rope was turned nearly a dozen times over his tricep muscle, and tightened by frapping between the chair and his bicep.  His ankles were roped to the two front chair legs, and his legs were tied together above his knees.  Ropes went from around his neck and crossed his chest and abs tightly lashing his body to the back of the chair.

Mike puked on himself from the effects of the chloroform.  It took time for him to come to his senses.
He looked at his coach and teammates, bound tightly as he was.  Everybody was fighting and squirming to see if they could free themselves, talking and sharing ideas.  The kidnappers came in and Mike watched them gag the coach.  He did not resist when they gagged him. 

"This one is really working the ropes, look his wrists are bleeding!"

A chill ran up Mike's body and he felt his hair stand up.  "Bleeding,?" he thought.  The 19 year olds

 head slumped.  "I'm fucking tied up and their is nothing I can do about it!"

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No ropes were going to hold 18 year old Curt.  He never stopped squirming and jerking his body in the chair, trying to escape.  Bare-chested when he was kidnapped, the cords were cutting up his chest and gut.  Curt was grunting and shaking his head, spraying sweat all over.  Coach and the others were also working the ropes, but not with the intensity of Curt.  He was totally active, never sat still, and to be tied up to a chair and unable to move.  Curt made a great heave of his body, using his feet on the floor.  As coach and his friends helplessly watch, Curt and the chair slowly fell backwards.  It landed heard on his bound wrists and arms.  He was screaming in agony, and there was nothing his friends could do.  The kidnappers came in and heard the commotion.  They saw Curt grimacing in pain.  They pulled him back up by his hair.

"Bad boy, so I think you got to be punished."  Curt thought they would beat him, but they went to young Justin, tied up next to him.

"Now watch me the shit out of your friend for you attempted escape."

Curt closed his eyes.

He only listened to the thumps beating Justin.



The ripped the gag off of the 17 year old so that the other's could listen to his screams.  Justin head was pulled back by his hair and was slapped a few times in his face.  Defiant, he looked them in their eyes, "Fuck you bastards, you won't break me."

Brake Justin they did.  One punched him in his head, over and over, when the other worked on his gut.  Young Justin took it for a long as he could, and then his screams began as his beating continued. 

When they finished, the boy was knocked out, cold, eyes puffed, nose bleeding, face bruised.  They pulled the tortured boy's hear back and gagged him again.  Justin slumped in the chair, his head down and blood pouring down his wife beater.

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Andy's eyes were wide with terror was he watch them beat Justin to a pulp.  He was terrified, breathing heavy, his sweat burning his eyes.  The sound of Justin's scream made his blood run cold.  The fear immobilized the 18 year old.  Frozen in the ropes that bound him, he just screamed in his gag.  When they finished with Justin, they came to him, slapped his face, and told him to shut up or he would get the same treatment his friends got.  Andy's nodded his sweaty face. 

"These guys are causing us too much trouble, I think its best just to get rid of them."

They tied a cloth around Andy's eyes.  He could hear Coach Lee gag pleading as they were all blindfolded. 



All but Justin, who was still knocked out from his beating were screaming and squirming.

A shot was fired.

Coach Lee squirmed so hard that he tipped his chair and broke his right upper arm, but was frantically trying to get the blindfold off.  He was trembling --- one of his boys had just been shot and there was nothing he could do about it.

Somebody lifted him back up.

"This is it," he thought, and bit down hard on the gag, waiting for the bullet. 


The blindfold was torn off his head.  POLICE YOU'RE BEING RESCUED.

Coach looked around.  All his boys were safe.  One of the kidnappers was died on the floor, the other cuffed and lead away.

"They beat up Justin bad," he said when he gag was taken off.

"Medics are coming," the cop said.   "Now let me look at that arm." 

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 A few weeks after graduation, Coach Lee was blindfolded and bound to a chair in his house.  His four boys checked the ropes and started the timer.  "OK, Coach, thirty-minutes and your fucking die," Mike said.  The coach worked his ropes.  "And when I get out of this shit I am going fucking tie you up Mike, tighter than when we were kidnapped."  Mike smiled.  The five men were enjoying their new challenge game.