Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween Torture


Benny was awake now.  The drug that was added to the beer he and his buddies had had finally wore off.  He pushed himself up as far as he could in the chair, trying to remove some of the stress of his bounds.

He shook his head, trying to remove the sack.  No way.  The burlap sack was tied at his neck, and taped securely around his eyes and mouth, totally blindfolding and gagging him.

He realized he was tied up, and flexed checking the ropes.  Whoever did this to him was an expert. Rope.  A coarse rope to discourage escape.  His wrists, crossed and tied, were pulling his arms to their limit.  Each of his upper arms were roped from his shoulder to his elbow, lashing them to each side of the steel chair.  It was tight.  Very tight.  Too tight, he thought.  They wanted to hurt him, and it hurt like hell!

Each of his legs was tied to the legs of the chair.  His foot was pulled back and tied to the rear leg.  His thigh tied to the seat and the front leg.

His shirt had been pulled over his head, bearing his chest.  The sleeves of his shirt had been pushed up, bearing his shoulders.  From his shoulders to his belly button, ropes circled his torso dozens of times lashing his body to the back of the chair. 

Benny sat. He could do nothing to free himself.  He wondered why Jerry had did this to him.. His best friend.  And what he had planned.  "Maybe this is all a bad prank," "This waiting is killing me."  But wait was all the 22 year old could do.  


"I taking some pictures of you tied up.  I'm going to get a lot of money from your rich family for you.  Now I am going to bloody you up..... kinda of motivation for you family to pay the 2 million dollars ransom!"


     landed on the sack covering his head.  Benny's nose broke and blood squirted through the burlap.  He could not breath now, and panicked.  He could not see the smile of Jerry's face as he videoed his desperate struggles and squirms.  Jerry finally cut the hood off of the bound man.  Benny tried to see but his eyes were puffed closed from the punching.  He spit out blood from a broken tooth.  "Why? Jerry? Why?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

He slapped Benny into unconsciousness.


His eyes puffed shut.

A cloth his been shoved into his mouth, and tied with rope, giving him the ability at least to breath through his teeth.  He nose was clogged now.

But his head was pulled back by something now around his neck.


And something else was different.  His biceps had bulged in the rope work.  The rope had cut into his upper arms and was oozing blood. His shoulders were on fire.  Jerry had pushed his bound wrists up the back of the chair, pulled his neck back, and tied his wrists to his neck.  Now any struggle would cause him to choke.  

He could sense Jerry was still in the room, still using his camera.  He could hear the clicks.  

"One last thing to do, Jerry said."

The kick was hard, right into his chest.

The chair fell backwards.

It crashed hard onto the floor.

Benny's head it it hard.  The last sound he heard before being knocked out was the crack of his both upper arms breaking as all his weight and that of the chair crushed them.


The cold water splashed onto his face brought him back.  He was upright now --- Jerry had lifted back the chair.  

Jerry looked down at Benny's broken, roped body.

"Got the money buddy.  Two million dollars transferred into an account in the Cayman Islands."

Benny just groaned.  This was it he thought.

"Now just one last thing to do, Jerry said."

And Benny gagged screams echoed off the walls.

Friday, October 24, 2014

They got Jake strung up!


Twenty-one year old Jake Hammond was was coughing into his gag. They had beaten him pretty bad, pounding his gut with their fists as he was held by his arms.  He collapsed to his knees, panting for breath.  One of them squeezed his cheeks:  WE'RE GOING TO STRING UP UP BOY LIKE A DEER FOR BUTCHERING!  Jake could not talk.  A rolled up rage had been shoved down his throat when they abducted him from the gym.  Thick Gorilla tape was put between his teeth and around his head until his whole mouth was covered with wads of tape.  He heard the rattle of keys.  The handcuffs were removed and his arms were pulled from behind his back to his front.  Jake looked at the deep marks left by the handcuffs on his wrists.

The brought in rope.  Jake was scared.  He know whatever they were going to do to him was going to hurt.  He wondered what his limits were.  He watched them tied tie the rope around his crossed wrists. Around and around,  Then between.  Tightening more with each turn and knot.  It hurt.  The rope was ruff.  His wrists were beating with his pulse as he hands turned blue.

They moved him to the center of the abandoned barn and lowered a rope down from a winch in the rafters.

There was not much Jake could do except brace himself.  They looped it between his wrists, knotted it, then heaved him up until his feet were several inches off the ground.  Jake felt if his arm pits would explode, as all his muscular bulk weight now hung from his bound wrists.


"I figured that was it, I would be left hanging from my wrists, gagged.  I at one thought, when I was alone, I could bend my arms up and get my mouth to my hands, rip off the gag, and bite the ropes so I could get free.  Then I would make a run for it.  But they were not finished with me yet.  Now I would be roped up so tight, any escape would be hopeless."

Jake gag screamed as they yanked his elbows together behind his head.  Two of them looped each arm and pulled.  The rope cut deep into Jake's skin, the rope burning like a fire.  They knotted his elbows together.  All Jake could now see was the wooden floor below him, and a puddle forming from the sweat beading on his brow and dripping to the floor,

"It hurt so fuckin' much!  My whole plan was shot, since there was no way I could bend my arms.  My chin was down to my chest.  It made it hard to breath.  I prayed this was it, but the bastards continued to bind me!"

They weaved the coarse rope around Jake's biceps, pulling them as closed as they could, almost touching, and after tying his upper arms up, lashed them to his neck.  Jake's eyes were popping out of their sockets, wide with terror now.  Using the tape, the circled his lower arms from his tied wrists to his tied elbows.  Jake was moaning now, a low, constant groan coming deep from inside of him.

"They began to strip me.  They cut off my shirt.  My chest glistened with sweat.  Pulling off my tennis shoes and mu socks, they depantsed me until I was left only in my Hanes shorts.  They took the tape, and began to tape up my hairy legs, the tape pulling out the hairs on my thighs and my calves.  They roped together my ankles.  I could watch them doing this. I could not figure out what they were binding my legs:  I could do anything with them to get free.   Then it hit me:  This is more than just being kidnapped:  THESE BASTARDS WERE ENJOYING THIS> >>> THEY WERE TORTURING ME!"

They bent Jays legs behind him, and took a rope from between his ankles and tied it to the rope between his elbows.  Finally they took a sack and tied it around his head, plunging him into darkness!


Strung up hogtied.
A musty sack around his head.
Tape and Rope burns on his arms and legs.
The trickles of blood dripping from his wrists, onto his collar bones, then mingling with the sweat pouring down his chest and back.

Jake lost it.

The gag muffled his screams.  He was going insane.  It brought in the three kidnappers.


Jake could not stop screaming.  He had no control.

They took a sturdy tree branch and beat the helpless boy until his screams ended.

"I was left.  My ribs were broken, my chest and belly bruised.  I remember swinging from the beatings. I heard them leave, the car's engine softening in the distance.  I wanted to live, to survive.

I was found some 24 hours latter.

Crying like a hurt child.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Thomas' echoes in the dark

The roping was almost done.  The gag muffled my screams.  My body was breaking.  The sweat blinded my eyes.


Nineteen year old Tomas knew he was being kidnapped and held for ransom. 

He knew he was going to be tied up and left in the abandoned house.

He figured they would leave him hogtied or something.

But not this.

His gagged moans were distant now.  They had finished.


An owl was softly hooting off in the distance, echoing in the dark.

Tomas screamed with all his might.

The owl flew off leaving his own screams echoing in the dark.

They had left me roped into a ball of pain.

They pinned me to the ground.

One guy was on each of my arms.

Grabbing my wrists, they  pushed my arms up behind my back until my wrists were by my neck.I was bucking at the pain, screaming so loud they had to double gag me, with a cloth gag and wide tape.  My shoulders stained to their limits.  They roped me like that, around my elbows and my wrists, and tied around my touching forearms.  My breathing was labored.  they tied my thumbs together and bound them to my neck.  Then I was pulled by my hair to my knees, and with more roped circled around my chest my now numb arms were lashed into my spine.

No one can imagine what this is like.  I kept thinking I would get gangrene and loss my frigging arms!

I was pushed back onto my gut, my sweat spraying on the dry dusty boards that made the floor.  They took off my shoes and shocks, and, crossing my ankles, tied my feet together.  I was focused on the pounding from the numbness and did not even notice that they turned me onto my arms.  It felt like nails were being pounded into my collar bone.My breathing was short -  terrified.

They I figured what they were doing.  A cold sweat came through every pore, my belly burning as they pushed me forward until my face was touching my legs.  My spine was snapping.  My screams ripped of the gag!  

All I could do was scream  NO NOT THIS!

They tripled gagged me.

I was hoping to die as they pulled my crossed ankles behind my head!  I thought my neck would break.  They pulled me onto my butt, and circled my legs and torso with tight ropes.



Minutes become hours
Hours become days.
There was nobody to help me.
No way of escape.
In the dark.
Bound into a ball.

I heard screams off in the distance...
Screams of terror.
Deep sound screams without words....

Echoing in the dark...

It was then that I realized I had broken through the triple gag....

And the screams were mine....

Thomas' echoes in the dark!