From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:58 am

It was mid-September. School had just started here in the pleasant suburbs of Southern Ohio. I was walking home from my 2nd day of Freshman year. I was 15 at the time, when I heard the familiar vibrating of my phone signifying I had a text. After taking a look at it, it was from an old friend named Luke whom I had trouble with in the past. After a brush with his girlfriend in the summer, lets say he took offense.

Luke had invited me over to work on things apparently, I was taken aback and although suspicious decided to give it a try, and began to head over there.

His house was larger than most and was only a mile from the school, yet in terms of a neighborhood, there was none. The yellow house was three stories, including a basement and attic, pool and shed in the back. I knocked on the door, which Luke quickly answered and allowed me in. Luke must've just gotten home from soccer as he was in t-shirt, shorts, short white socks and looked incredibly sweaty. I was in t-shirt, athletic shorts, short black socks, and tennis shoes. The latter which I took off at the door.

"So what... uh... Do you wanna work out?" I asked.

"Let's go up to my room and talk." He replied. So we marched downstairs into his bedroom, I remembered the place well. Me and Luke were once quite good friends. Inside the room on his bed was 3 brand new rolls of duct tape, rope, chains, and locks. I heard the room door shut and lock behind me.

"Luke... What's going on?" I said turning around frightfully,

"We're gonna talk, and your getting tied to that chair," he said pointing to a corner, "And listen so you get my point got it?"

"Dude I'm listening right now... You don't need to tie me up!" I pleaded.

"Trust me Tyler you'll be fine." He said.

I wasn't sure why, but I did think all he wanted was for me to listen. So I conceded, "Okay Luke tie me up. I'll listen."

He had me go sit down in the chair. The arms and legs were steel, but a simple design. He placed two white tube socks over my hands taping them down around the tops near my shoulders, above and below the elbows, and at the wrists. Then taped both arms to the chair with duct tape from my fingers to the elbows.

He then asked me, "Want long socks so I can tape your feet, or locks and chains?"

"Can't you just leave them, or at least use rope?" I begged.

"Nope they're getting tied, and nope I'm saving the rope." he said, worrying me. I didn't want chain for sure though.

"Fine put on some soccer socks and duct tape em. He put a pair of his black ones on me and proceeded to tape both my legs and feet to the legs of the chair.

"Open up." He told me, holding his right sock in his hand.

"No Luke please, I'll be quiet I prom...", my begging was silenced by the sock being forced in my mouth. Tape was wrapped around my head and brown hair 5 times over my jaw and lips muffling my cries in the windowless room. Luke added even chains and locks over my 4 limbs, and rope further securing me to the chair. Now I was worried.

Luke commented, "Wow I cant believe after what you tried to do to Samantha you'd think we are still friends and let me tie you up! Your so getting tortured for this!"

What would he do to me? I worried in silence.

Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby Chris12 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:15 am

Ouch, i don't think this is gonna be pleasant for Ty :big:

Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby xtc » Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:48 am

Nice to see you writing again. I anticipate future developments with pleasure.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 1:08 pm

Cannot wait for more. Very excited to see you are writing again. Love the socks incorporated into the story, and I look forward to the torture that lies ahead.
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Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby sarwrductan » Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:50 pm

And I second both those comments LOL
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:55 pm

I looked straight up into the eyes of Luke angerly. Luke was thinner and the same height as me, but he was tough and strong. He looked at what he had done happily as he put the locks to completely ensure my inability to escape as the keys jingled in his hands.

He began to ramble on about how we were friends until I told Samantha how Luke cheated on her and should be with my. As he lectured I struggled against my bonds but it didn't matter. The chains wouldn't budge, and any muffled cries I had wouldnt help, he'd just slap more tape on my poor helpless face.

"Your going to get chained up somewhere else for the night. My parents are gone and I took the liberty of telling your mom your staying over." he said as he held up my phone... "But while your in this chair," he went and grabbed his iPod. He stuffed some earpieces into my ears. I didn't struggle how bad could it be? Duct tape was wrapped around my eyes also covering my ears. Then boom! The music was cranked to the loudest most obnoxious song ever. "Friday" by Rebecca Black. I writhed in agony, struggling against the tape and chains to no avail.

After what seemed like forever in that chair. The earphones were removed. My head pounded like a mofo and I had the worst song ever created stuck in my head. I gazed at Luke only to see he had a towel in his hand, and he shoved it into my face. I was forced to breathe in and everything after that went dark.

I awoke tired. I had been dragged outside to Luke's shed. Hands tightly bound behind me still sock covered. Mouth crudely taped, and my feet tied and chained to a pipe in the shed. I also noticed except for a pair of black briefs, I was stripped nude.

Moments later I heard the shed door unlatch and Luke came in with a number of jars. He looked down at me and said sternly. "I'm taking your gag off, you scream and I will duct tape you to a tree, cover you with meat and barbecue sauce, see how quickly the wolves get you, and put it on Animal Planet got it?" I obliged because screaming would be dumb, and this sounded believable somehow.

He peeled off the layers of tape ripping several hairs from the back of my head. I grunted into his sock in agony. As he pulled the last part off, he held his hand to my mouth, keeping the sock in.

"No funny business." He moved his hand and I quickly spat out the sock.
"You have 3 torture trials before I release you. Trial 1 is the food trial, I have jars of mayonnaise, candle wax, and dirt. Pick 2 to eat." He said.

"Your sick Luke, I'm not doing that." I replied coughing trying to get saliva back into my dry mouth again.

"Do it otherwise, you will endure worse torture, these pics of you won't be "accidentally" put on Facebook, and you won't hear from me again." He said holding a camera memory card with obviously embarrassing pics of me on it from when I was unconscious.

"Fine... The mayonaisse and dirt I guess. He put the two jars in front of me holding me down. Forcefeeding me like a child as he won't me tear up trying to keep the disgusting combination down. Once the jars were empty he left me to cough up and regain any energy I had left.

Much later after writhing in my bonds struggling, after the break, I was regagged with a sock and tape and moved onto the 2nd trial.

The 2nd trial I was tickled and terribly. Mmphhing into my gag I struggled and kicked my chained feet. After the brutality it was over. He seemed very pleased with himself as I was in tears now.

The 3rd trial Luke told me was easy. I was tired, sweaty, and defeated. I felt my legs being unchained, and the rope around my feet cut. I was led into Lukes room. My hands were cut free. My mouth remained taped though. "You want to leave? Get up and fight."

I looked up Luke bewildered, limping up, weak and in pain. I had no time to even try, he swung once, twice, three times, each time connecting with my duct taped masked face. I fell flat on the floor, but felt I still had some fight in me. I pushed my self up only to feel the foot of Luke connect with my face. I tumbled to the grey-carpeted floor in defeat.

I felt Luke's black socked foot step on the back of my head in victory, "Now I'm letting you go, but your getting tied up, in your underwear, to the stop sign in front of the school. Where everyone will see you in about 2 hours." Luke whispered in my ear.

I was turned around, and felt the towel go to my face, blacking out.

I awoke in the dawn, sun rising in the east barely peaking over the horizon. True to Luke's word I was outside near the stop sign in front of the school in only my underwear. Luke's 2 socks remained taped tightly in my mouth with duct tape. My hands crossed and tied with rope and tape behind me, and my feet had been tied together with rope. A chain and padlock was wrapped around my neck and to the stop sign keeping me upright. The school was surrounded by woods and was fairly small.

Minutes went by and I knew there was only a few minutes until students began to get up. Until all my friends saw me in this defeated state. They would embarrass me so much. I knew I had to lie and say it was a prank and not by Luke, otherwise it would be even worse.

A black car suddenly rolled up and stopped in the darkened dirt road that led up to the 500 student school. A middle aged man in a suit got out of the car. It was like a scene from Men in Black with Tommy Lee Jones. The man looked at me from behind his shades.
"Hmmm.. Kidnapping you is like a piece of cake. Early Christmas present for me." The man said.

I heard the trunk unlock and I looked across the road to see Luke standing there in the darkened woods, with a stunned silence in the bushes. He looked worried so I began to struggle. This was no prank.

The man took a tool to the chain and busted it. I was no match and was quickly thrown into the trunk, I kicked only to get the trunk slammed down on top of me. This went from embarrassing to life threatening.

Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby xtc » Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:46 am

Is there no end to the suffering?
Good to read again.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby sarwrductan » Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:42 am

O h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h N o o o o o o o o o o o o o o! Haah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Stop him Luke!....Get his license number...Help the poor lad! Call 911! ...Ha ha ha ahhche!...Please continue. I can't wait!....
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: From Betrayal to Enslavement

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:19 pm

I kicked my bound feet, yelling into my gag hoping to attract attention as I lay inside the dark trunk. Little sound came out as the socks jammed in my mouth and layers of duct tape kept me silent. The padded trunk kept my kicking from making much noise. I didn't even have shoes on, or any clothes for that matter besides a pair of black soccer socks that went up to my knees and those red boxer briefs.

I lay trying to escape to no avail. Luke's tying was too strong. So I waited for a while, dozing off in the process. I awoke to the trunk opening, bright sunshine pouring in. I blinked a bit unable to see as I felt myself being picked up from the trunk and slung over the mans muscular shoulder.

I heard him say, "Welcome to your new home." As I looked around I noticed a large gated fence, trees and the dense Wisconsin forest secluding the large house. I was carried in and taken down a flight of stairs, where a large steel basement door was unlocked and opened.

I looked and screamed into my gag thrashing at the site of the cellar. No windows, rooms made to look like jail cells, torture devices, and chains hanging from walls as far as the eyes could see. The man quickly subdued my efforts and took me to a chain hanging from a wall, immediately locking my bound feet to the chain.

"So you want to escape huh?" I'll show you why you should obey orders."

I now worried felt the chain rise as the man pulled a lever. I looked up in horror at all the places the chain could take me. I hung upside down, arms remaining secured at my sides, as the chain took me and dropped me into a large glass box which upon the chains exit had a top which fell locking me in place. The box had glass nearly a foot thick. The Only holes were small and at the very top. I lay defeated on top of another set of holes.

I heard the man speak through a microphone type device that allowed him to talk with me through the box.
"You try to escape in this house, you go through a small test. This is only a level 3 test. You see this box will fill with water over the next 2 hours. You have 2 hours to escape and pull the small lever at the top otherwise the box will fill completely up with water drowning you. Your on camera also so no cheating, everything must be untied or the lever wont work. Haha good luck"

This nutcase wasn't joking, I felt water come out from underneath me covering the surface below me. I quickly got to work on the bonds Luke had tied me with. I managed to sit up as the water filled. I sat using the water to my advantage, loosening the duct tape that held my bonds. The socks taped over my hands were killer though. Soon the water was up to my waist sitting down. I had loosened the taped around my mouth, spitting out the socks. I looked out and the man just sat watching, enjoying my distresss.

I used my newfound freedom to bite and gnaw at the bindings around my ankles.

"30 minutes in, let's up the ante!" The voice said, as water began showering over me coming in through the top. I had to going underwater in an effort to loosen my feet. Finally as the water rose to my shoulders I slipped one foot out of my sock and kicked away. Releasing the rope from my feet except for part of it that clung to my still socked foot. I managed to stand in the 8 foot tall box as the water raised.

Soon the water was up to my neck creeping up to the tape hanging around my neck. I desparately tried to get my hands free. It was futile. The water had reached my mouth... I was going to die. I couldn't swim with my arms behind me. I went underwater trying to get my arms in front of me... "Keep calm I thought to myself." I slipped my arms under my sock less left leg, but my right wouldnt let it through. I pushed until it went in front of my legs. I went up gasping for air as the water kept showering down. On the plus side I could tred water. The glass cube was only 8x4x4 so I didn't have much room. I gnawed at the ropes. The tube socks covering my hands.

As my head reached the top of the glass cube. Success! I slipped my hand out of a sock I gnawed through. The rope came off and I got both hands free. I swam down and pulled the lever.... Nothing. I swam back up for air. To none.

"The rope around your left ankle and tape around your neck. No more air for you." The voice said as I heard hysterical laughing. I held my breathe. Getting the knot untied, and getting the tape off from around my neck.i began to go blue. I swam down to the lever and tried to push. No strength. But I got it pushed down.

I felt water pour into my lungs, white spots filled my eyes. But the water drained, and I lay on the bottom of the wet cube, drenched, coughing, tired, and sore, as I coughed the water from my system.

The voice said. "Well you showed guts kid. You don't die today. I reckon unless you want a higher level death challenge to follow orders."

I looked up angerly, but nodded. "There is a chain coming down, with a pair of handcuffs, leg irons, and ball gag. Put all of them on or this cube gets filled with acid."

I saw the top of the cube open. I didn't doubt him and did as I was told, putting on the other wet sock in the process. I was lifted out of the cube by the lock and chain. And was carried to the other side of the room, where the man now in all black and a ski mask, took me off, opened a steel door labeled "Cell C." and chained my handcuffed hands to an iron bar on a wall, but allowing me to lay down on a make shift cot.

"This is a soundproof room. He said putting a combo lock on my chain. Then did the same to my ankles. "You don't need a gag. Plus you can talk to your cell mate." He said pointing across the room.

The room was 15 feet high, 6 feet wide, 6 feet long, and two cots on either side of the room with little space in between. A single lightbulb way up in the ceiling lit the room. One white pillow. One white blanket. Small toilet under each cot. Cement grey walls. "Oh by the way, your #8." He said holding my head down. Carving an 8 into my forehead as a writhed in agony, he was too powerful.

He removed my gag, and left locking the steel door behind him. I looked over at a boy my age. Wearing a white t-shirt, and black athletic shorts he was chained like me and looked over. He had a large "3" carved into his forehead.

"Oh no, your new and he made you go through a #3 challenge?" He asked.

"Yeh" I said.

"Well look, just listen to the guy, stay out of trouble. We will be able to get out eventually if we stay loyal to him, I'm Connor. That guys installing microphones in here soon. So be careful what you say."

After talking to Connor he was 16, kidnapped 8 months ago. He was the guys 2nd victim and had been through one death challenge. He had been here the longest of 7 people in 4 cells. #1 was killed in a level 7 challenge after trying to escape. Connor was trusted enough to attend school, and have a limited social life, but was forced to have a tracking device, microphone, and electrical wire on him on case he tried to squeal. Also he could have limited contact with old friends/family. If he was faithful for 2 years he could be freed.

I was stunned. 3 months until I was eligible just to leave this cellar. Connor had blonde hair, my height, blue eyes, and average build. He was from Minnesota and couldn't wait to see his family again.

"There's just no way to escape. Plus if you get to know the guy he just wants to be a parent. And he is letting us go. He doesn't hurt you if your obedient." Connor sounded crazy, but he had a point. I can get out of here alive. I hope.