DUDES IN TROUBLE: In the middle of nowhere they tied us up.

I've known Nassim and Anthony since I was 13. We joined our high school wrestling team as freshmen. That's me, fifth from the left. We went to the same college, and now we are roomates, renting a house "in the middle of nowehere." as we like to say.

I remember the first time I was tied up by them.

I was about 17. We were wrestling in my garage gym. They wrestled me down. Anthony had me pinned. Nassim saw some rope and tied my hands. Then my arms and legs. Soon they had me all tied up. They gaggeg me too. Then they "tortured" me and left me to escape.

It took me hours to brake out of the ropes.

It fucking hurt like hell.

I soon would discover that hostory would soon repeat itself.

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"Get down to the fucking garage!"

We went with our hands up down the stairs.

We spoke no word as we were ordered.

I figured that they would rob us and maybe ties us up or something. I did not know that they were the escaped convicts, murderers, being look for all over the state.

A second one was already in the garage. He kept us covered as the first one, using rope we kept their to play our own tie up games with, bound our arms.

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I put my hands behind my back and crossed my wrists.

Not much I could do with one of the guns point in my face.

The others were against the wall, hands behind their heads.

The could not help me, nor do anything. They knew that they were next.

We hand lots of rope.

He bound me like a rope mummy! He liked it I could tell and was good at it. He enjoyed tying me up. I knew I was not the first person he tied up. We he finished with my wrists, he lit a match and melted the knot!

He roped around each of my arms, just above my elbows a few times, he yanked hard with both his hands. This forced my arms together. I screamed. He tied off my arms. "Why you making it so fucking tight?" I asked, panting a bit for breath. He grabbed my wrists and yanked up my arms from my back. I went down to my knees, sweat pouring down my body. "I said shut the fuck up."

He grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me. He shoved a piece into my mouth and tied the other between my teeth and around my head. A good gag.

"That will shut this fucker up," he said as he finished roping me.

He weaved the cord around my upper arms, from my shoulder blade down to my elbows, each time pulling and forcing them to get as close as possible behind my back. I could not move my arms not even an inch! Each knot he would melt. He then put a rope between my crossed wrists, put it under my legs, and pulled up. I double over with agony as he squashed my balls. He tied the long end around my waist. He snaked some rope around my middle arm a few times, and then roped it around my belly. He did the same to my elbows. Finally, he put a long rope around my neck, dropped it behind my back, crossed it, and circled my body from my chest to my belly dozens of times. He kicked me forward and I crashed down onto my gut.

The others we looking at me. They had broken into a heavy sweat anticipating their roping.

He removed my sneakers and socks, and pulled down my running pants. I was stripped down to my jock. He then systematically tied up my legs, binding them around the middle of my thighs, above and below me knees, above and below my calf muscle, and then my ankles. Each time he would circle my legs a few times, tighten it between my legs, and melt the knot. He then bent my legs back, roped my ankles to my wrists. Finding some duct tape, he covered the gag.

I turned onto my side. He roped up Anthony next, then finished off Nassim.

The three of them bent down and grabbed me.

They hurled me like a football and I smashed down hard on the back of my truck.

I was knocked out.

When I awoke, we were moving, the others were with me, moaning in their gag. The lid was closed.

The air was stifling. The temperature was rising. The ropes were torturing. The sweat was blinding,

Its funny what you think about when your in such a situation...

"This was the first time all three of us were tied up since we were in high school!"

I kinda of relaxed.... with the three of us together we would surely brake out and escape!

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Chris and Anthony have tied me up dozens of times. I always want impossible scenarios. I take my time. It will always be a fight and the number I bet the less painful it is. I construct a plan: I flex my arms to see how tight the guys made it. Then I wiggle them to find the loosest spot. I heave my chest to stretch the ropes a bit. I do the same with my legs. It it works out well, there are some loose spots. If I could get the ropes off my arms, I could slid my hand under my ass and legs, and bit them free. Most time it works. Some times it down, as I lay in rope burn and sweat while my buddies torture the shit out of me.

I realized this was going to be one of those times. My sweat turned cold. My heart began pounding in my chest. This was no game..

I fought the ropes. I had panicked. I had to get out of this. For the first time I actually felt tied up. And I was scared, scared what might happen to me and my buddies. I stopped. Exhausted. I had gotten nowhere. I still could not move my arms an inch. I had given myself a good workout, I thought. And the rope sawed my skin. The sweat made it burn. I needed a new plan. Chris or Anthony would need to help me. Then it came to me. This time we had to work together to escape. I tried to relax. With the little light in the truck bed I could see Anthony's back. Blood was oozing from the ropes around his elbows. I looked down at my chest as best I could see.

I had really fought hard. My chest, circled with the ropes was raw and bleeding. It look like I had been horse whipped.

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I lay in the truck. Chris and Nassim had been hauled out. The sun beat down on me. I was parched. Again I pushed my arms to the limit. I knew I was cutting myself to shreds. There had do be dome way. They were wearing our cloths now. They had our money, phones, and guns. The came for me.

The pushed me on my gut and took a strong rope

and tied it under my bent knees.

Then they fucking dragged me.....

I crashed onto the rocky ground. The dragged me over the rocks. My skin was being ripped apart but the ropes did not move an inch, so tight did they constrict me.

We came to a hole in the rock. I was looked over the edge. There was my buddies, dumped down some 12 feet.

He taped up my eyes.

I just begged for me and the others, but my gag stopped my words.

"I hope you enjoy the snakes."

I was kicked on my ass. My hogtied body fell into the pit. I landed hard on top of the others.

I heard a crack. I saw stars in my head. Waves of pain come over me.

Throbbing.

"My fucking legs are broken," I moaned.

I slumped in the ropes. Totally defeated.

I no longer had a plan. When I fell I was first and landed hard on my back. The hogtie ripped my hamstrings to pieces... When Nassim fell on top of me, my upper arms broke. I scratched my head on the rock floor and got a bit of my eyes free, just in time to see Anthony pushed over. Nassim screamed in his gag. His head hit the rock and knock him out. He was bleeding from his temple. I was sure he had a concussion. My arms were gone. Nassim was out cold. Anthony was on top, impossible to reach, not that he could try too with broken legs.

The hold was not wide. We could not be side by side but were stacked onto of each other like boxes in a warehouse. I could feel moisture dripping on me. the blood, piss and sweat of my best friends as we began our long wait for the escape of death.

======================================== One year latter======================

So you are one of the writers from the DUDES IN TROUBLE blog?

"Well,one of them. . Now tell me the story Anthony.

As they spoke the voice recognition transcribed their terror into my ipad.

"So, we waited for death. It became night and then day. I had sunk deep into unconsciousnesses. It was only went I felt the water on my face that I awoke.

Hikers.

They came across the hole, just by accident. They saw us in it. They got me out first. Cut my ropes. I realized my legs were broken, so they left them tied up. They did the same for Chris' arms -- the rope was acting like a splint. We were worried about Nassim. He was bleeding from his head.

Only with luck did we find out they had a satellite phone. They were able to call for help. With our GPS position given, it was less on 45 minutes that medicvacs appeared in the sky. It has taken us months to physically heal, and longer for the psychological ware.

So, you can publish our story.

But there is another reason we asked you here.