Day Two --- Desperation

It was day two as far as I could tell of our kidnapping.
It was day two -- bound and gagged.
Immobile.
Desperate.
Hungry-Thirsty
Pissed on ourselves.
Our skin bloody from useless struggles.

There were five of us....

Upper left Vish and Blake
Bottom from left -- Carlos Jordon and Mike

Second semester roommates...

That's vish, me Blake, than Carlos, Jordon an Mike...

Roped to chairs...

Desperate...


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We were kidnapped at gunpoint from our house and knocked out.  We awoke all roped up.

A rough rope bound my wrists, arms, legs and torso to the chair.

My hands had been pulled behind, crossed and bound, the knots behind my wrists, far away from my fingers.  They had been pulled up and tied to the center of the lower slat of the chair's back.  My upper arms were circled with rope, forcing my bicep deep into the wooden side of the chair.  They had tightened the cords by circling it between my skin and the wood.  My veins exploded in my arms, which were purple.  This in itself was torture.

A long rope circled my torso, lashing it to the two back slats of the chair.

My bare legs were roped at my thigh, knee, calve muscle and ankles and tied at my calves to the lower rung of the front of the chair.

I was tightly gagged with tape.

I looked down at my sweat soaked shirt, and then turned to my buddies.

All I could see were bloody upper arms from their struggles.

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I was dizzy from not eating and having no water.  I shook my head to gain some sense of the present.  I felt the pain in my arms and wrists.  Once again I jerked, flexed and rotated my wrists in the cords.  They cords held but my wrists and triceps were raw.

I turned to look at Vish...

Vish was a wild man!  He was fighting the ropes with every once of strength he had.  He would shake his head in frustration, and his sweat will spray all over me.  I watched him expand his chest and gut, than release it, trying to stretch the rope.  Blood dripped from where the rope bit deep into his pecs.  Finally he got still, head drooped down, chin on his chest.  Totally defeated.  His eyes closed.  Vish made a deep groan of desperation - coming deep from his gut.

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The agony added to the desperation.  Me and my buddies work out every day.  We are into all sports.  Now, to be unable to move my arms and legs for over 24 hours was maddening.  These was the constant terror deep inside that they would come back and kill us.  I imagined all types of tortures being done to us, helplessly screaming as I was mutalited and cut to pieces.  My heart would then pump hard in my chest, I would panic and struggle.  Then sit back calm and wait.

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I could not take it any longer.  Working the ropes had caused the wooden chair to loosen a bit in it joints.  I had actually freed my legs from the lower slat.  I had one plan, but I knew I would probably break my arms.  I grit my teeth into the tape gagging me and kicked hard back.  I kept my head forward as the chair fell backwards and It landed on it back.  I never felt pain before as this as my two upper arms broke!


I forced myself to stay conscious and avoid the nausea from the shock.  The bottom of the chair had broke away.  I got onto my belly and crawled to Blake who was next to me.  I got onto my knees and got my mouth into Blake's tied wrists.  He pulled away the tape.  I began to gnaw the the rope on his wrists until I but through.  With effort Blake got his arms free by straining this hands behind his back and fumbling with the knots.  The rope fell showing deep welts and cuts into Blake's power muscles.  My buddy was free.  He untied us all.  My arms were a mess but they made two splints with the chair parts and the rope.

The assholes had left our cloths in a pile when they had stripped us for the roping.

Blake's cell was there.

We called for help.

And found out that, after our parents paid the ransom, they kidnappers had left without telling where we were, leaving us to die roped and gagged and desperate.

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Vish was deep in thought as we waited.

"OK, I ready, BIND ME."

It was Vish's turn to be tied up.

You see... after our kidnapping we found out that bondage was our thing.  It was going to be a great semester!