Private Keith Benson, home on leave from the War against terror, is missing!
Keith has tried his best to fight them off, but he was outnumbered, 4-1. When they finally had him pinned down, the ductaped his wrists, feet, eyes and mouth. They grabbed his up by his arms, and pounded into his gut as the sweat sprayed. Again and again a punch, a thud, and a moan until finally the 22 year old collapsed.
The dragged him to the Jeep, threw him in the back, and took off.
They had kidnapped Private Benson!
I awoke slowly. My eyes focused. Sunlight blinded me. My head was pulled back. All I could do was look up.
I was hanging.
I was strung up.
Then I felt the pain.
My vision got clearer.
I was hanging by my wrists.
My wrists were bleeding and blood was flowing down my arms.
My wrists were handcuffed.
A rope from the hinge hung me from the rafters.
My elbows were in front of my head. They had been tied together with a coarse rope, above and below the joint and tightened between. I figured I was like this for a while, for the rope was saturated with caked blood from my wrists.
I was stripped to my shorts. They were soaked. I must have pissed in my pants while strung up.
I could feel that my legs and feet were tied up like my elbows.
I was still gagged by the tape that went between my teeth and around my mouth and head a dozen or so times.
Someone was coming behind me.
I braced for another beating.
I broke out in a cold sweat. I could see the hairs on my arms popping up.
I head the tape, and my eyes were soon blinded again.
I felt so vulnerable, so helpless, wondering what they were planning to do to me.
I could hear them taking photos. They lowered my body until me feet were on the floor. It was a relief, I had some hope that maybe this would soon be over but no. They tied between my ankles a rope, bent my legs back and tied it around the handcuffs on my wrists. I was swing in the air as I was hoisted up again, now hogtied, my body contorted.
They were speaking.
I could not understand the language.
All I knew was that I was in deep shit.
They continued taking pictures.
The only word I understood was Rambo.
I shivered. I remember the scene from the movie. He was strung up, special ops, a pow, and they tortured him.....
I felt a knife on my chest.
I was going to be cut up.
I bit down on the tape, for I swore to myself I would not scream....
When I heard an explosion......
Bright light flooded in the small area under the tape over my eyes.
I knew the sound.
A flash grenade.
Shots. Multiple shots.
I was being lowered.
The tape was pulled off my face, my elbows cut free, the handcuffs cut from my wrists.
It was special forces......
They carried me outside and put me in a chopper. Para medics were all over me.
I whispered, "Who were they?"
I found out I had the distinction to be the first one taken prisoner by an ICIS terrorist cell in the United States.
I felt my neck. The medic smiled. "They were about to cut your head off!"
I closed me eyes as we took off, just thinking.........