Note - Evan is 18 years old.
I had signed to be their prisoner. It was Thursday, so the next day would be Friday. My first overnight stay. I tried not to think about it, as I moved these large rocks. They had me shackled, gagged, and under heavy surveillance. The chains around my feet made me hobble a bit, making it more challenging. Beads of sweat dropped down my face looking up on the duct tape that covered my mouth. I was forced to wear a prison uniform which was an orange jumpsuit that actually came from a prison. That was it. No shoes, no hat to keep the sun out of my face, just the jumpsuit.
The two boys took turns as prison guards watching me and making sure I was working. Once I started slowing down so Billy took off his belt and hit me in the back with it. Playfully at first then harder and harder unless I hurried my pace.
The rocks were big and heavy. Bringing them from one end of the yard to the other end so that the boys could use them for whatever reason.
It took me a significant amount of time, 2 hours and 23 minutes of manual labor to move them. Once the last rock was moved I fell over completely exhausted. I was thirsty, sweaty, and completely drained. I mmmphhhed into my gag to get Jimmy's attention. Jimmy laughed as he got up from his seat obviously enjoying my suffering. Jimmy bent over connected a chain and padlocked it around my neck and forced me to get up and follow him.
I lagged behind which only made him pull the chain even harder until I caught up mercilessly. I found myself being brought back to the poll barn was Jimmy took me inside.
"While you was moving some rocks, Billy was doing some welding in here."
I looked at the corner of the poll barn in dismay. There it was. Built into the corner of the poll barn was a cage. 6 feet tall, 3 feet deep, and 3 feet wide. Made of iron rods welded together by Billy himself who stood by his work proudly. A small door with door with iron hinges allowed access in and out, and a large padlock to lock the poor soul in. I knew that I would be that poor soul.
"We made this for you for tomorrow night. That way we don't have to leave you tied to a tree or something so the bears don't get you."
It looked sturdy and solidly built. The bars were think and the welds looked really well done.
Jimmy cut the tape from my mouth and ripped it off causing me to yelp. Jimmy shoved me to the ground roughly as I, still hobbled, collapsed in a heap onto the floor.
"Thank Billy for the hard work he put into to making you a safe place to sleep prisoner."
I looked up, face drenched in sweat. Barefoot wearing only my prison suit, ankles chained together with a little slack in between, chains around my wrists that were locked to a chain around my waist, and a chain attached to my neck. No doubt quite the sight.
"Thank you," I said meekly.
As Jimmy reached for the roll of duct tape to undoubtably gag me again I got the courage to ask for some water.
Billy and Jimmy looked at eachother and smiled. They agree and brought me out to the house out back. I thought they were simply let me get a drink on my own, but they had other plans.
Billy forced me down onto my back and shoved my back against a tree. He then grabbed a chain and padlocked it to my wrists, then connecting that to the chains on my feet. With a few tugs, and a yelp from me, I was now hogtied around the base of the tree.
Jimmy then came over with the hose and just as I was about to complain of the tightness of the chains, the hose was unceremoniously shoved into my mouth. Billy after locking my hogtie, grabbed the duct tape and very quickly had the hose duct taped into my mouth. Wrapping the tape around my head, there was no way any water from the hose would go anywhere besides my mouth. I looked up with pleading eyes at the two boys, but they didn't care. They just wanted to torture me. They could even drown me.
Billy laughed as he turned on the water very slowly. Starting in drips, the water was a relief as it dripped into my throat. Billy though slowly turned the valve more. As more water came in, it became hard to keep up as the more and more water I drank, the faster it started coming in.
There was a time I finally couldn't keep up. I strained into my hogtie to wrench my way out, I did everything in my power to get the hose out of my mouth, but the water soon began to pour out of my nose. With that the hose was off and Jimmy ripped the tape from my mouth. I coughed up water as tears came from my eyes. My body soaked in water now as I was now just a muddy boy hogtied to a tree. No identity, no nothing. I was their prisoner, or for lack of a term, slave.
"You see Evan, we in charge of you. If you ever skip out on one of our little meetings Billy and I, well, we won't go so easy on you."
"We'll just keep you locked in that cage forever. Life sentence. That's what happens to prisoners who run away."
As I recovered, they looked at the time.
"Well it's 7:00. Guess you should go for the night."
My hogtie was undone and I was led into the poll barn where they kept my clothes. To my surprise they were just how I left them. I put my shirt on, then my socks pulling them taut up to my knees, and finally my shoes. Gathered my things and left.
What I didn't know. While I was moving rocks earlier, Billy had put a tracking device in my phone. Now they would know where I was every second of the day.
I limped out of the poll barn. Strained from the manual labor I did today, and still soaked from the hose incident.
"Same time tomorrow! All weekend rich boy!" Billy yelled.
I walked home from there, not knowing they were now tracking my every move. Including where I lived. I opened the door and my parents looked at me surprised.
"Evan, finally home. Stay late for extra baseball practice?" My father said looking up from his magazine.
"No," I said, "Actually I joined a new club," I said lying. "It's the school paper and it's very intensive. I have to stay after school to help each day."
"Well that's good," my mother said. "It's getting late though. Better do your homework and then straight to bed."
I quickly left for my room to do just that. Not only was I a slave to Billy and Jimmy, but I practically was at home to. I went to my room. My exams were that day, and I remembered the ominous warming my dad told me last night. He was true to his word. On my bed were four chains. Each padlocked to the bed corners with another padlock at the other end. He had gotten my grades e-mailed to him this evening. It was becoming apparent I didn't get all A's. Tomorrow was Friday, but I was sad because my perfect life was crumbling around me.
I worked on my homework to prepare for the new term trying to forget about Billy and Jimmy, my dad, and everything else.
Soon a knock on my bedroom door and my dad came in. He went over to my bed and sat down. "Son, we need to have a chat about your grades."
I had been dreading this conversation resigning myself to the fact that now I would be tied down to my bed each night.
"They were emailed to me today. 6 A's." He smiled and unlocked the chains from my bed, one by one. "Now you know how
"So I can go out with the baseball team this weekend?" I said.
I was relieved. Now I wouldn't have to skip out on Billy and Jimmy tomorrow.
The next day of school was the first day of the new term. On a Friday, it was strange, but it made for an easy day for East Lake standards. I wore my blue East Lake socks pulled to my knees, nice shoes, shorts, and polo that day.
After baseball practice, I went down the trail to Billy and Jimmy's. Was I scared? No doubt. But I was more scared about what might happen if I skipped out. I paused for a second and thought it over. Yesterday was terrible for me. I was humiliated and forced to do manual labor. I really didn't want to spend a whole weekend with these guys, but I also was afraid of them telling the police or worse getting revenge on me for skipping out.
I decided to move forward. Until I heard someone... or something behind me.
"Evan!" Christian said behind me. "Dude your house is that way." He said pointing down the other path.
"I know," I said. "I'm just meeting some other friends of mine." Christian gave me his concerned look.
"Dude in the Northside neighborhood? No East Lake kids live there. Seriously, what's going on?"
"Christian, stop worrying, just some friends of mine, I'll see you later." I quickly wheeled about leaving Christian behind.
Once I got there, I was greeted by Billy and Jimmy. A smile on their faces as I walked into the poll barn. The door shut and locked behind me, sealing me inside their house of horrors for me.
"Strip." Billy said.
I did so, removing my polo, then my undershirt. I hesitated and the pulled off my shorts leaving me in my navy blue briefs and blue East Lake socks.
"Underwear too." I looked surprised, but Billy and Jimmy both looked serious as I put my fingers inside my waistband.
"No wait," Jimmy said. I stood there in my socks. "Let him keep them." Billy complied. $30 socks that were pulled to my knees the only thing I was wearing now in addition to my briefs.
"Alright you get to decide trespasser. Spend the next 24 hours in our cage. Or we've got more rocks for you to move." Jimmy told me as Billy forced me onto my stomach.
I looked at the small cage and thought of the rocks. How hot it was outside today and how cool it was in here. I gulped and said it "cage".
Jimmy smiled. Billy laughed. "Haha alright let's get this prisoner trussed up."
Billy went to work on my socked feet. He decided to take off my knee socks and tossed them to the side. I felt something cold cooling around them and I realized he wasn't using rope to bind me, he was using wire. Thin wire that was being tied tightly around my ankles. My hands behind me were tied with another wire. This thin wire was long, thin, and extremely durable. These two knew what they were doing. Furthermore, I couldn't struggle against the wire. If I did it would only cause me pain unlike the rope. Billy even tied my big toes together with the wire. Completely at their mercy, Billy sat on top of my as the two focused their attention on my mouth.
I knew I would be gagged, but their plan was more merciless than I thought. I remembered they had bags of socks, rolls of gorilla and duct tape, but instead they just pulled out more wire.
"Billy keep his mouth closed and lips open." The two maneuvered around me flipping me to my back. My head now in between Billy's thighs unable to move. His big hands parting my lips, but my jaw kept shut by the predicament I was in. My teeth gritted together.
To my horror, Jimmy began to thread wire in between my braces. With braces on my top and bottom teeth, the two cruel individuals laughed as Jimmy literally began to wire my mouth shut. I squirmed and tried to break free.
"Shhhhh...." Jimmy said patting my head. "This won't hurt if you don't struggle."
The braces that kept my upper teeth and bottom teeth slowly became one as Jimmy knotted the thread, forced it through several times, and doubled up. Soon, my teeth were wired shut. I couldn't even move my mouth or try to scream because if I did it was simply too painful.
"Try to scream trespasser." Billy said enthusiastically, obviously proud of their plan.
I did my best, but could only produce a small whine. Barely audible. I hung my head and tears came from my eyes.
"Haha yes!" Jimmy said high-giving his brother.
The boys got off me and I tested my bonds. I couldn't move. I could barely utter a sound except a whine from my throat. I couldn't believe this. Then it got worse. Billy with a roll of duct tape in hand began to mummify my head. He started wrapping from the back of my head over my mouth. Pulling tautly at every turn. Each wrap just as tight as the last as he circled my mouth and head a half dozen times. He didn't stop there. He kept wrapping until everything, and I mean everything on my head was covered except my nose and eyes.
I was then picked up, helpless, and forced uncomfortably into the cage they had built for me. Soon I was in. Knees scrunched to my chest. Taped head against the iron bars. And hands bound with wire jammed behind my back against the cage. The door swung shut and Billy smiled as he clipped the padlock on.
There I was bound, gagged, and locked in a cage. I would've screamed for help, but I couldn't even product a sound thanks to my cruel gag.
The 18 and 19-year old brothers left me. Closing the poll barn behind me.
Outside, unknown to me, Christian watched as the two locked the poll barn door. Unknown to the horrors happening to me within.
Christian ducked out of site. He called my phone, which Billy now had. As he heard it ring and watched Billy ignore it as he went into the old house, he now had a legitimate concern about the well being of his friend.
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