Friday, October 24, 2014

They got Jake strung up!





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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.


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"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!"
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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!

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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.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

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.



"PLEASE STOP."  "YOU'RE BREAKING MY BODY!"

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.

"O GOD O GOD PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS"

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.

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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.

"O GOD PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!"

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Minutes become hours
Hours become days.
There was nobody to help me.
No way of escape.
Alone.
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!


Friday, October 3, 2014

The kidnapping or Jason and Steven



Ransom messages via Skype....








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The Skype calls ended.  "John," Mr. Nunez said.  "We better get started with the funds transfers.  We don't have much time!"

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Jason lay on his side.  His arms, bound at the wrists and elbows behind his back were tied to his best friend's Steve with strong rope.  Each of their upper arms were tied to each others at their biceps.


If they moved a bit, one would be pulling the other's arms  and send waves of pain through their shoulders and spines.  Jason could feel moisture of his forearms.  Was it his sweat, or blood of that of his friend?  The room was hot and he was sweating up a storm.

He wished he could communicate with his buddy, but being both gagged and their fingers balled with tape made it impossible to speak or even to trace messages on the palms of their hands.

The tape around his eyes and mouth was tight, and was pulling at his hair.  He would have loved to try and scrap it off, but he did not want to get punished.  The last time he was caught fidgeting in the ropes, his gut was kicked... kicked hard!





Steve also felt the moisture on his forearms.  He figured it was sweat and caked blood.  The ropes around their elbows were cruel...  tight...  above and below the joint...   frapped between.



His bound legs and ankles were also tied to Jason's legs and ankles, Roped at their knees and feet.

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I lay their, tied to my friend.  Helpless.  Every now and then one of us would move a bit, just a small bit, to try and remove the soreness in our shoulders and arms.  I wondered how Steve was taking it.

We used to tie each other up all the time when we were kids in the scouts.  Once even we were tied back to back.  But not like this.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TORTURING US WITH THESE ROPES???!!!"

The gag mumbled my desperate words.  But I think Steve understood.  He flexed his biceps.  I flexed mine.  WE COMMUNICATED!  I was not alone.

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It was a mistake that Jason screamed.  He was being beaten.  His grunts and strains traveled through our skin.  He came to me and squeezed my cheeks.  "KEEP YOUR FRIEND QUIET!"

Our bound ankles were lifted up, and roped was being tied between them.  I heard the sound of a rusty wheel.  Our legs were being dragged across the floor and upwards.  "PLEASE!!!" I whimpered in my gag.  "DON'T STRING US UP!"  It was a waist of time.  Upside down we were off the ground...hanging.
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He pushed down my sweat soaked tank top, exposing my chest and gut.  "I THINK I'LL CUT YOU UP A BIT.  THEY SHOULD BE PUNISHMENT ENOUGH FOR YOUR BUDDY HERE."

I broke out into a cold sweat.  I bit down on the gag.  I did not want to scream.  But my screams were so loud that the tape broke off my mouth.  "So this is torture," I thought.

He stopped.

Gagged me tighter.

And left us.

I slumped and fell unconscious.

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Steven was jerking and screaming.  I could feel his arms twisting and squirming in the ropes, trying to get free and stop the cutting on his chest and abs.  "IT WAS MY FAULT!!!  DON'T HURT HIM! TORTURE ME!"  Then it hit me.  He was torturing my best friend and it was my fault.  And there was nothing I could do.  I wept.

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We hung for some 36 hours.  The ransom monies were transferred to an account in the Cayman Islands.


When the FBI got to us, we were close to death.  He worked his knife on Jason before he left and he laughed.  He cut me up a bit more too.  Then the bastard removed our shoes and beat our feet.




But we healed.  And the scars were fixed with plastic surgery.  The the rope burn went away.

But not the ropes!

"Steve, Ready to be tied?"


"Yeah.  But this time I ant the full treatment!"