Screams

We're locked away in hell

And we watch

and

listen

to

our

SCREAMS

We're exchange students

arrested

tortured.

We've done nothing wrong.

They know that.

They just want money.

And until the get it

There are screams.

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Rest after the beating.

They bind my arms behind me at the wrist and elbows.

I don't resist.

It's better to be tied up than beaten.

They finish binding my arms.

I am dragged to my cell.

Dumped on the floor.

I hear SCREAMS.

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My roped wrists are squirting blood.

I'm racked.

They are stretching my arms.

I am panting for air.

Hoisted up.

My ankles being stretched as my arms.

Dislocated shoulders.

My screams are constant.

But they won't stop there.

They just leave me.

Alone.

In the dark.

Alone with my Screams.

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Waiting.

Will I be next?

I hear the screams.

I imagine what they are doing to my friends.

I'm in my cell.

Tied up.

Being tied up itself is torture.

Numb arms.

Burning wrists.

Tight.

Can't move my arms an inch.

Can't defend myself.

Screams.

I sit on the bunk.

I sweat.

I'll soon know.

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Go ahead you bastards, string me up.

They're tying my wrists.

Pulling up my arms.

My feet are off the floor.

I am hung up by my wrists.

They blindfold me.

I feel the sweat truckling down my chest.

My gut is burning.

There goes a rib.

Right into my back.

Biting hard to control my screams.

Blind.

But I know its a bat.

I'm swinging now.

Then my balls explode!

SCREAMS

They are mine this time.

Cut down.

A crumpled body on the ground.

Arms pulled behind me.

Tied up.

Dragged to my cell.

Dumped.

Hurting bad.

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I'm in the last cell.

Tied up.

I can see my best friends being tortured.

They're tying Billy up.

They string him up.

All I can do it watch.

And listen to Billy screams.

Now they take me. 

Billy is still hanging, unconscious.

They untied my arms.

Put my hands in front.

Bind them.

They they bind my feet.

I am strung up, hand and foot.

I wait.

They come.

They beat the back of my legs.

The soles of my feet.

My arms

With a rubber hose.

As I loose consciousness I hear screams.

Off in the distance.

Loud then softer.

I wonder whose they were...

Until I realized.

They were mine.

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We were all taken out of our cells.

Our arms were tied up still with rope at our elbows and wrists behind us.

We were beaten bad.

This time we were blindfolded and gagged..

The roped our upper arms together and to our backs and

 bound our wrists to the bottom of our backs

buy ropes circling our chest and waist.

We were moved.

This is it, I thought.

We're going to be shot.

At least the torture would stop.

I was put on my knees.

This is it.

But instead of shouts.

My ankles were tied.

I was dragged up and dumped.

My ankles were hogtied to my wrists.

A motor started.

We being taken somewhere.

We drove a long time.

Bot knowing what was going to happen to us.

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We had stopped now for hours.

I got the tape off of me.

There was no was out of my bonds.

I head somebody coming.

I heard shots.

I'm going to be shot to death while bound like an animal.

The back door of the truck opened.

He was pointing the gun right at me.

I began to scream.

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THE BOX

Six Million Dollars

"I got all six of them.

I got them bound and gagged.

There is no way of escape.

I have it set for them to perish is a torturous, slow death

in 48 hours.

That's all the time you have to meet my demands."

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Final Inspection

"Just checking your bonds for the final time.

Found out your can't escape?

Had to bind you muscle boys tight.

Don't you understand?

You are

BOUND

GAGGED

HELPLESS

HOPELESS

If they don't pay the ransom.

You will die in 48 hours.

Now, I lock you in.

And if they find you, I'll be long gone.

The sound of the door closing and being locked muffled the screams of the terrorized team mates.

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The interview

"Thanks for inviting me in to tell the story of our abduction.  Hard to believe it been a year already.  Yeah people still ask to know the story  "Yeah, it was tight."  Jake put his head down.  He fulled up for a moment, then looked at me.. "It was torture.  You're the first journalist we decided to tell the story to.  My friends asked me to be the spokesperson for us all.  It's graphic.  But the time has come to tell."

  

"I listened attentively as Jake began unfolding the events of a year ago.  I was also aware of something coming from deep with in me, a feeling of something  that was dark and exciting.  I wished it had been me!"

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After he shot our the tires we went off the road.  It was the back road by Hanley's farm.  Nobody around for miles.  He had a gun on us.  He tossed us some duct tape and made us tape our ankles, mouths and eyes.    We were laying on our bellies in the dirt.  I felt his gun on my back, moving up and down my spine.  I moved my arms behind my back.  He handcuffed my wrists.  

When he had us all cuffed, he roped the middle of the handcuffs, pushed my wrists high up my back.  My shoulders were screaming in agony and he made them as high as possible, then roped the end around my neck.  There was no way I could lower my wrists to get some relief without choking. 

I would be like that for almost 48 hours.

He squeezed the cuffs again, making them as tight as possible.  I screamed as the metal met the bones in my wrists!  

The tape was cut that tied my ankles.  I was lifted up and put on my feet and walked a distance.  It was a pickup truck.  I was dragged in by my arms.  My shoulder blades felt as if somebody was drilling screws into the very bone.  My feet were again taped.  

My buddies were all put in with me.  He covered the back with a tight tarp.   Then we drove for hours.  I fumbled with my fingers, numb as they were, looking for a knot between my cuffed wrists.  My wrists were sticky and wet.

FUCK I groaned.  I realized that the metal had cut my wrists and I was bleeding.  I would be bleeding for during the next 48 hours.

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We we finally stopped, the tarp was removed.  The sun beating on it made it a hothouse.  The cool air was a welcome relief.  Again the tape was cut from my ankles.  I was put on my feet and, again, by my arms, marched some distance.

By now numbing had begun and the pain was not was intense.  But when he kicked my feet out from under me, I fell back and hard on my arms.  I was scream so loud that the tape pushed off my mouth.  He taped gagged me even tighter and taped up my ankles.  When he left to get the others, I turned onto my stomach to get my weight off my arms and bound wrists.  I pushed my head back as far as I could.  It gave an inch of slack.  Doesn't sound like much, but, when your're being tortured like this, an inch is worth a billion dollars.

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When we are all inside what we would latter call THE BOX, he began to tie us up with ropes.  He had a rough, prickly rope.  Here is a piece of it I kept.

See how coarse it is?  It was like a hacksaw, slicing into skin down to the muscle itself on my upper arms.

Remember now, I was on my stomach.  My hands, cuffed, high up my back tied to my neck.  My upper arms from my shoulder to my elbow were up from my back.

He took a rusty metal rod and put it across my back, under my arms.  Then he tied the rope around my upper arms, to the rod.  That's where I got the scars you saw.  The pulled and pulled and pulled as hard as he could with each turn, until my arms felt they were going to explode!  Pulled to my knees, he circled my chest with the ropes, forcing my arms tight against my back.  This made the ropes from the cuffs even tighter around my neck.

You've heard of torture?  The pain was...... I'can't describe it, except....  as close as I could think,  ... where the ropes was was like a blowtorch burning my flesh!

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THE BOX was filled with load groans and grunts.  By now I knew I was helpless and hopeless.  He removed my shoes and depantsed me to my shorts.  He took his times roping my legs, with the same tightness as he did my arms and chest, tying up my thighs, knees and ankles.  Then he bent my legs, and sat on my shins while he tied a rope from between my ankles to between my roped up thighs.  Grabbing me by my wrists, he pulled me up so I was sitting on my bent legs, on my shins.  My legs muscles were cramped.  I was begging him now, I would do anything to get a minutes of relief.  But he was unable to hear me, so tightly gagged I was.  

I could not think of anything else he could have done to me...  

He was tying my thumbs.  Tight.  There was about five inches of rope between them.  He had a hook come down from the roof of the box and clasped it to that rope.

If I fell down or to the side, I would either rip off my thumps.

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Now strung up he pulled the tape off our eyes.

We could not see much, since our head were back looking upwards.

But he smiled and showed me the bomb.

He pushed up my sweat soaked tee shirt and bared my belly.  He securely duct taped the bomb to my body.

They he checked all our ropes one final time.

"Just checking your bonds for the final time.

Found out your can't escape?

Had to bind you muscle boys tight.

Don't you understand?

You are

BOUND

GAGGED

HELPLESS

HOPELESS

If they don't pay the ransom.

You will die in 48 hours.

He locked the door of THE BOX.

We screamed and screamed.

Some of us got the gag off.

But nobody was there to hear us.

We worked the ropes to we were exhausted.

We talked a while.

Then we were just silent.  

It was dark.  The only light came from the red LED clock readout from my belly.

We could not see the time with our necks pulled back by our wrists.

We could no sleep or we would pull our thumbs from our hands.

So we were like that, for some forty-some hours, until we were rescued after the ransom was paid.

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WOW

Jake had got more relaxed as the interview proceeded. 

We were in my kitchen and I pour a few beers.

 "Man, I gotta tell you something.  I never heard anything like that before."

Juan was sweating.  Jake asked him if there was something wrong.

Juan just put his head down.

"I want you to tie me up!'

"What?"

"You heard me Jake.  I am as hard as a rock.  I want you to tie me up! And torture me!"

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Juan lay in his bounds, helpless and hopeless, as he waited for Jake to return from the Home Depot with a steel rod and a small propane torch.

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Gagged Screams in the Dark

Darkness

Once again he came down to check our ropes.

Check our ropes?  There was no need.  We were on our knees, our arms and legs behind thick wooden beams, hogtied.

Ropes?
 

I felt like I was a fucking roped mummy.

He checked my ropes and the tape that was gagging me.

Grabbed me by the hair.  "You been working them ropes boy?"  

I shook my head.  I did not want to get beaten again.

He turned from me and went to one of my buddies.

I could only see his face in the light.

Then darkness.

And thuds.  And screams behind a tight gag.

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Roped

 I tried everything I could to wiggle out of the ropes, used every once of my strength to loosen them just a fraction, but they knew what they were doing when they tied us up.

I was on my knees.

My back was against a wooden upright in the dark basement.

My hands were behind, crossed, and my wrists tied up with a coarse, prickly rope.  My ankles were also behind, crossed, tied, and pulled up to a tight hogtie with my wrists.  All my weight was on my knees.  My upper arms, from my shoulder to my elbow was circled a dozen or so times, lashing them to the upright.  My forearms were circled in the middle and also tied to it, as were my thighs and my calves.

I could not move my arms or my legs an inch.

Thick rope bound my neck to the wooden upright, and then circled my chest and abs, so tight my skin popped between the ropes.  My shirt has been shoved into my mouth, and my lips circled with the thick cloth tape.

I was not blindfolded.

We all worked our ropes for hours before stopping, defeated with no success but to scrape our skin raw.

So I knelt there, roped and gagged, and felt the sweat trickle down my chest.

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Screams

I cold not see who screaming.  I was squirming in my ropes, more from terror than trying to escape.  The muffled screams filled the darkness.  Then they got loud.  The gag must have come off.  "Stopping cutting me.  What the fuck are you doing to me."  More punches, then muffled sounds.  He was gagged again.  Th silence.

He was walking.  The floor boards creaked.  He was behind me.  He grabbed my upper arms and pulled them.  He did the same to my wrists and hogtied ankles.  Tightly bound.  He was satisfied.

I was shaking in fear.  Was I going to get cut up?

He tickled my facial hair under my chin.

And left.

In the dark silence somebody was moaning in pain.  Some body who had just been tortured.

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Over and over he had kicked my balls.  He took out a sharp knife and shaved the hair off my face, chest and arms.  My body twitched in the ropes.  I was screaming in my gag as the knife scraped away my flesh with the hairs.  The gag broke off.

He shined the flashlight in my face.  I was screaming at the top of my voice...

Stopping cutting me.  What the fuck are you doing to me." 

He put the gag back into my mouth and taped it shut.  Then he punched my face shoulders, chest and gut until I was knocked out cold.  

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Tortured

We were beaten.

He put a tourniquet around our necks and tightened it to the point of heath,

He used the knife to cut the hair off our heads.

He removed our shoes and beat the soles of our feet.

 

He carved Satanic signs on our shoulders and chests.  

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The sacrifice

The gasoline burned every cut and rope burn on my body.  I bucked in the ropes from the agony.  He poured it over my head and let it drip down my arms and chest.

I had no strength left to scream.

I had no strength to fight the ropes.

He was going to burn us in some dark, ritual sacrifice.

He finally turned on a light.

My eyes burned from the gasoline and the light.  It had been three days were had been tied up in the dark.

He was looking right at me.  A smirk on his face.

I stared him in the eyes.

He struck a match.

I knew I was soon be be a torch, a sacrificial victim to his insanity.  JUST GET IT OVER WITH, I begged.

He came close.  I closed my eyes.

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Not a second to spare

The shots were rapid.

Blood squired all over my face and chest.

He fell down.

The match was on the floor.

The FBI agents snuffed it out with his foot.

He took the gag from my mouth.

"I'm going to cut you free."

Others came in.

We were powerless when the ropes were removed, lumps of beaten flesh.  

Ambulances were waiting.

As we were leaving the dark room, I looked back at our captor on the floor.  Dead?  I asked.  "Dead," the agent said.

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Darkness

I see him coming with the knife.

The ropes are too tight.

He is going to cut me up.

Screams fill the darkness.

I pop out of bed.  Turn on the light.   Sweat pours down my face.

Nightmare.

I go back to sleep.

I see him coming with the knife.

The ropes are too tight.

He is going to cut me up.

Screams fill the darkness.

I pop out of bed.  Turn on the light.   Sweat pours down my face.

Nightmare.

I go back to sleep.

I see him coming with the knife.......................................