Part 6 ...... Would the kidnappers keep their word?
The usual procedure for the day then followed.
We were allowed to go to the toilet, had something to eat and drink and then tied up for the day.
Today we had our hands tied palm to palm behind our backs with rope. Probably about six feet of rope was used, which meant that our wrists were encircled about ten times. Then rope was also tied between our wrists, in other words ‘cinched’, and the rope was double knotted every couple of turns. Our hands could not move after this binding, so no escape.
Our legs were similarly tied, but at least we were able to hop around the room on our bound feet.
The men obviously did want us talking with each other, so we were securely gagged. The gag consisted of a two or three feet long piece of cloth which was double knotted in the middle. The knot was pushed deep into our mouths and the cloth was again double knotted at the back of our heads over our hair. I thought that our long hair may allow us to loosen the cloth a little, but all that happened was that we couldn’t turn our heads at all because the gag was so tight our hair was trapped against our skin.
To make absolutely sure we couldn’t talk, duct tape was then wrapped over the cloth gag a couple of times.
We huddled together in silence for most of the day, trying the best we could to console each other with our eyes. I, and I guess my three companions, were contemplating just what the future held for us.
Would the men be true to their word and leave us here whilst they collected the money?
What was meant by just three of us remaining. Who was the fourth and what will they do to him?
How will we get free after they leave? I was certain we would be tied up and, with their expertise at tying us up, there would be virtually no chance of us getting free without some outside help.
No-one knows where we are, so who could possibly help us?
To further complicate matters, I overheard the men discuss what would happen to us when the excitable man suggested to the other man: “Why don’t we just get rid of all these brats? We don’t need ‘em when we got the money an’ they might just lead the cops to us.”
I couldn’t hear the reply, but I hoped with all my heart that the other man was really the one in charge and that he would keep us here – alive – after they left.
We all remained bound and gagged throughout the day until around seven in the evening.
We were actually fully untied and ungagged, taken individually to the toilet and given some more stale buns and a drink. Our final meal, I thought!
After we had eaten, our hands were again tied, palm to palm, behind our backs with the same rope with which we had been tied during the day.
It was then that the calmer man explained what was going to happen to us.
“Right boys, here’s the drill.”
“We’re going out soon to collect the cash we’ve been promised for you. Your folks must love all of you as they coughed up straight away.”
“When we’ve got the cash, we’re gonna split. We’ll be outa the state in a couple of hours and then outa the country. We’re gonna live a life of luxury, thanks to you boys.”
“When we’re all safe out of the country, we’ll make another call to your old man” he motioned toward Peter “telling him where to find you.”
“If anything goes wrong, if we don’t get the money, we’ll come back here and slit your throats. That’s a promise boys and you know we keep our promises, don’t you?”
We all gave a collective gulp as we took in what we heard.
For the first time during our capture, I felt a real sense of terror. The man would do what he threatened – I knew it. Please, please let everything go to plan.
“To give us plenty of time to get out of this rathole, we’ve really gotta make sure you cant escape until we make the call from … well, let’s just say out of this country.” The man continued with his explanation of our immediate future.
“If you think you’ve been tied up securely this weekend, well, you aint seen nothin’ yet.”
“We know you boys like your little playtime tie-up games. Just think of this one as a long, long, long tie-up game. The best you’ve ever had!”
With our hands tied behind us, we were ordered to lie on the floor so we could be trussed up to their satisfaction.
The men then proceeded to cut all the rope in six feet lengths and they also produced another 15 to 20 rolls of duct tape. What on earth were we in for, my muddled brain tried to think.
Both men started on Peter first. His ankles were tied together side by side with one of the lengths of rope, with double knots every now and then and the rope was finally cinched tightly. Another piece of rope was tied around his legs just below his knees, some more rope just above his knees and finally rope was wound around the top of his thighs and also cinched.
Peter’s wrists had already been tied palm to palm and the rope cinched but then the same was done to his elbows. They were pulled together so that they touched, rope encircled them and then passed between them cinching them.
The position of his tied wrists and elbows would not have been painful as his 15 year old limbs were quite flexible and subtle. However, to remain in such a position for any length of time, would be another matter.
I was next to be tied in an identical manner to Peter. Ropes around my ankles, below and above my knees, around my thighs and then my elbows were bound. If any of the ropes didn’t appear tight enough to one of the men, he yanked it until I yelped or until he thought it was totally secure.
Great, I thought, we’re going to spend the next day hogtied on the floor! However, that was not was the men had planned, as I was soon to discover.
Matt was then bound as Peter and I were, though the men had some difficulty in tying his elbows together as he was not quite as flexible as we were. Still, they did manage it but you could see the strain on Matt’s biceps and shoulders. He didn’t complain out loud – he would not give the men that satisfaction.
Ricky was the last to be bound, but only his ankles and above knees were tied, along with his elbows. Also, more rope was wrapped around his wrists and then tied around his waist a couple of times, pinning his hands to his body. Why the slight change in tying technique for Ricky?
With us all trussed up like turkeys going to the slaughter (a dreadful analogy I know, but that’s what came to mind), the men each grabbed a number of rolls of duct tape. What did they have in store for us? It couldn’t be just for gagging us – there was too much tape for just that.
We discovered very quickly what the tape was going to be used for.
Starting with Peter and me, we were ordered to clasp our hand together, interlocking our fingers. That done, tape was wound over our fingers and hands, totally engulfing them in tape until not one fraction of an inch of skin could be seen. With our hands all taped up, we then had no possibility of fiddling around trying to undo any of the ropes.
The taping still wasn’t completed as the tape was then wrapped over our tied wrists, over our forearms and over our tied elbows. When this process was completed, the ropes binding our wrists and elbows could no longer be seen.
With our arms completely immobilised, the men then started on our legs. Firstly, our feet were completely encased in tape. Every inch of skin on our feet and toes disappeared from view. There was one grey blob where our feet once where.
Still there was more! Roll after roll of tape was expended on wrapping our legs. Our calves were wrapped, then our knees, up over our thighs and only stopped when the rope securing our upper thighs was covered. In places where some skin was showing, more duct tape was placed over that area.
They’re mummifying us, I thought, just like those old Egyptian mummies I had seen pictures of.
It was the very first time I had been taped up or mummified anything like this. If you’re tied up with rope – arms or legs – there is some muscle movement that can be made. With tape also covering your limbs, it felt like my legs and my arms were glued together. I literally couldn’t move a muscle!
Matt and Ricky then received similar treatment and I suppose it must have looked rather comical with four large grey worms wriggling around the floor.
Well, the men had kept another promise in that we weren’t going to escape this manner of tying up, but there were more surprises to come to us.
One of the men was still kneeling down beside Ricky when he informed him “You’re coming with us, kid. A bit of insurance in case things go wrong, and maybe a bit of a diversion if cops get involved.”
Ricky was as shocked as any of us were, but his stammering protests were quickly silenced by the knotted cloth gag behind shoved into his mouth and tied securely behind his head. Then, more tape was produced to be wound at least four times around the cloth gag and he was also blindfolded with the tape. Even more tape was wrapped around his chest and arms, sealing his arms to his body with about twenty wraps of the tape. Ricky was about as mummified with tape as he could be.
Ricky must have been terrified and I wondered just what the men were going to do to him. In my mind, all was forgiven for Rick’s previous action, and I just hoped everything would turn out all right for him.
With Ricky all parcelled up, the men turned their attention to Matt and me as they lifted us up and placed us each on a chair, leaving Peter writhing on the floor. Then more ropes came out! This time they appeared to be about 10 feet sections of rope.
We were going to be tied to a chair.
It was useless trying to resist as all the struggling and wriggling (that’s all you can do when you’re half-mummified) was pointless. We were at the men’s mercy.
I couldn’t help wondering why the men were trussing us up so elaborately. With their proven expertise, surely just a simple hands and feet tie-up and a hogtie would have kept us secured for hours and hours. Maybe it was just an adult version of the tie-up games we teenagers were so keen on and we were the unwilling victims.
When this ordeal was over, hopefully to a satisfactory conclusion, would all of us still be so keen to play our child-like tie-up games? They certainly weren’t a lot of fun at the moment.
Matt and I were propped in our chairs (which had been tied separately to a bed) and, somehow, our taped arms were manoeuvred over the back of the chair, causing a little strain on our shoulders.
The first rope was tied around my waist and securing my lower body to the lower section of the chair. Another rope then encircled my chest, trapping it against the chair and the same rope also tied each upper arm to the chair. A further rope was tied from the chest rope vertically over each shoulder and tied down behind the chair ensuring that I couldn’t lean my upper body forward.
Rope number four then was wrapped around my already tied and taped wrists and they were then lashed to the sides of the chair and the rope continued around my waist.
Now that my upper body was firmly fixed to the chair, the man turned his attention to my legs. I don’t know why as they were completely immobile with all the rope and tape around them. However, more rope was wrapped around my thighs, tying them to the seat of the chair.
It was extremely difficult to bend my legs at the knees, especially as they were mummified, but the man managed to bend them ninety degrees so he could tie my feet to the chair. My taped feet were placed equidistant between the two chair legs and a rope was tied around them, then tied to each leg of the chair and, finally, attached also to the back rung of the chair. I now couldn’t move my legs an inch sideways and also couldn’t move them backward or forward!
Simply put, I had now become a part of the chair. With all of my legs taped up, my hand and arms taped up, and all parts of my body tied in some way to the chair, there was not one single part of the body I could move – apart from my head of course.
If the men had wanted to keep us secure until they had made their way out of the country, they had done a stunning job. The only way any of us could get loose was to get some outside help. But from who and when?
At least the men hadn’t gagged or blindfolded us so we could pass the time by talking to each other.
A slight problem I had, and Matt to a lesser extent, was that my hair was so long and so thick that it kept falling over my eyes and into my mouth. All I could do was to shake or flick my head to clear my hair away from my face.
Both men then grabbed Peter and proceeded to rope him to the chair in exactly the same way as they had done to Matt and me. Petie had seen how we had been bound and he did his best to make it difficult for his captors by squirming around in the chair. It made no difference as Peter was soon cocooned in a myriad of ropes and all he could move was the long blond hair on his head.
Whilst all this was occurring Ricky, who had been all but mummified with tape, was also writhing on the floor trying to rid himself of his rope and tape bonds. He might as well saved his efforts as he was also not getting loose without someone untying him.
The calmer man scooped Ricky off the floor and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him up the stairs and out the door, presumably to dump him in their vehicle. I hoped Ricky would come to no harm and that the men were just going to leave him somewhere, as they had said.
I then saw the excitable man walk over to the table and pick up the three saliva-soaked cloths that we had been gagged with earlier. He first approached Matt and was about to insert one into his mouth when Matt protested, “Aw come on man. You don’t need to do that. Let us talk to one another. Who’s going to hear us anyway if we do yell out?”
This plea was completely ignored by the mean who pushed the double knotted gag deep into Matt’s mouth and tied it over his long black hair at the back of his head.
“Hey, howd’ya like that kid? Not too tight, is it kid?” the man leered.
Matt shook his head vigorously to signify ‘no’. Big mistake Matt!
The man undid the knot at the back of his head and really yanked both ends of the cloth, causing Matt’s mouth to change shape, and tied it oh so tightly with many knots. Duct tape was then produced and wound around Matt’s head over the cloth gag at least half a dozen times.
Peter was similarly gagged and so was I, and the man was none too gentle with either of us. With the tightness of the cloth I almost would have preferred the ballgag.
The other man had by then returned to the room and expressed some surprise at the fact that we had been gagged. “I wasn’t gonna do that to them but, oh well, what the hell, let’s leave things as they are.”
Obviously our pleading eyes didn’t sway him at all.
Both men had rolls of duct tape in their hands and we were informed that we were to be blindfolded and left to our own devices.
The calmer man said “We’ll leave the TV on for you. You can listen to that, so it’ll while away the time a bit.”
“Like I said, we’ll make a phone call when we’re clear of this country and someone’ll come and cut you loose. You’re not gonna get out before then so just settle back, relax and listen to the TV. It’ll probably be twenty four to thirty six hours.”
“Thanks young fella for making us very, very rich. We must do this again another time!” he gloated.