Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 5:13 pm
I squirmed around on the ground looking about. With my arms roped behind me, the chain connecting my ankle to the wall, the tape wrapped tightly over my lips preventing any interaction, and being mummified from my shoulders on down in strong duct tape. I was pretty well stuck.
Despite my squirming and attempts to break the chains my situation remained unchanged. I sighed and lay my head down on the carpeted floor.
I scanned around. The room was an interior room in the old museum. Windowless, with boxes of old museum artifacts stacked everywhere. No furniture, but two wooden posts were spread out in the room. One, about 6 feet from me, had my brother taped to it. He was wrapped in duct tape as well, arms secured behind the post, taped from his ankles to his shoulders to this thick wooden post maybe the diameter of a soccer ball.
The light in the room was left on thankfully. As I looked around the room for something to cut me loose, I realized it didnt matter if I got out. Itd take wire cutters to get the chain off my ankle. So I again sighed in defeat.
After dozing off, I woke up abruptly after hearing the rip of duct tape. I feared Josh and Jason had returned to tape us up more, but alas no, Jacob had managed to tear the tape off his mouth, and a sock fell from his mouth.
"Shaun! I know you're mad at me I didn't know this would happen. I heard them talk, they want to take over our lives permanently.... By getting rid of us. They mentioned framing us and getting us sent to prison. Even chaining us up and dropping us off in the Amazon or Pacific Ocean!"
Jacob looked down at me. "Inch over here and get my sock off, I might be able to to saw you loose with something on the ground." He squirmed against his mummifying tape job. "We need eachothers help otherwise we're doomed." He pleaded.
He was my brother after all. My REAL brother. So I inched across the floor as far as the chains on my ankles allowed me, they were now taut parellel to the ground connected to the wall. My head ended up being able to reach Jacob, but barely. My arms were now very sore from their tied state. Jacob instructed my to put pressure on his sock on his right foot, and he would do his best to pull up. Luckily his red soccer sock wasn't pulled to his knees as usual, or taped up as they are on game day, they were loose, scrunged at his ankles avoiding the tape cacaoon miraculously.
Over time with the pressure of my chin holding the sock to the floor, and Jacob pulling up, the sock managed to come off. Exhausting work to pull off a sock.
"Okay let me try to find the end of the tape on your mouth, I might be able to wrench it off with my long toenail." I allowed it and much later his toenail picked the end of the tape and he used his rather free foot to unwind the tape from my head enough to where it came off! I thankfully spit out the sock that had been taped in.
"Thanks Jacob, we need to work together to get out of this! Is there any way you can get free?" I asked.
"I mean with the chain on my ankle it doesn't matter and the rope you tied my arms with is still efficient from yesterday I added.
"I know, I'm sorry. He said. But that's for later now let's..." he power his arm through some of the bindings as only adrenaline can.., "Get!" Jacob powered his other arm free, "Out!"
And soon Jacob had gotten out, peeling all of his duct tape off to reveal his red and black soccer uniform. He replaced the sock I pulled off, pulling them up to his knees taut.
Jacob grabbed a roll of duct tape left behind by our imprisoners and grinned. At me. "Jacob no! Come on don't do this I'm your brother we're supposed to work toge... Mmmmppphhh!" My pleads were cut off as Jacob shoved the sock I discarded earlier and held tape to my mouth, threatening to wrap it around my head.
"We are working together to get out of this, but I am in charge, got it?" He proclaimed. I nodded unhappily, not sure why he felt the need to display such power. He realeased his grasp on me and I again spat out the sock.
He started to pull tape from me when the chains on the door began to rattle. Josh and Jason!
Jacob knowing full well he would be rendered helpless ripped open portions of tape over my hands and with scissors from the museum cut open some key knots that binded me, then recovered my hands in tape, stashing the scissors within my hands.
He got away from me as Josh and Jason entered the room. Stunned to see Jacob, ran and attacking them hoping to make something happen. Knock them both out, not sure, but he wasn't very strong muscular wise. That was a big difference between us and Josh and Jason. Arm strength.
Soon Josh and Jason over powered Jacob. In a bag they carried with them they dumped its contents on the ground, revealing gorilla tape, chains, handcuffs, heavy duty stuff. They beat on Jacob, double teaming him as he cried out in pain. In one last attempt to reach the door he was kicked to where he was semi-coherent. From there, he simply had to strength to fight, as our quadruplets Jason and Josh, now wearing our orange t-shirts, cargo shorts, shoes, trademark bracelets, and white ankle socks, cuffed Jacob's hands behind the far wooden post. Next they taped socks over his hands, taped the socks he wore at the knees. They forced him to stand on a stool, where they wound him in shrink wrap, this time his toes were enveloped, then thighs, waist, shoulders.
He was barely coherent still from the fight. Next they took out the gorilla tape. Black tape soon covered his body every square inch, toes to shoulders. They removed the stool, now he was suspended above the ground and the bindings held perfect. These guys were serious, next they took chains to Jacob. Further punishing him, then finally shoving a sock in his mouth.
"Wait Josh," Jason said pulling a long sock from the bag shoving it into my brothers mouth. "Better."
Soon they used duct tape to wrap my brothers head in tape mummifying it. On his body only his nose was seen. Then his head was taped to the wooden post.
"That oughta do it." Josh said as they got down.
I had stayed quiet in the corner, holding my scissors in my hand, praying I wasn't retied or gagged.
They walked over to me. "Well Shaun, your brothers a bit wrapped up," Josh said applying a new sock in my mouth you've been good. "So we won't tape your mouth with gorilla tape haha" He said winding tape over my head 5 times.
"You've been in this room 15 hours. Feeling hungry yet?" The boys laughed "We will feed and water you guys in about another 15 hours it will be midnight. We will get rid of you guys for good. And we will take over your guys's perfect lives and you guys will know what true adversity is."
"Being chained together at the ankle having to survive in the Boreal Forest of Canada the rest of your lives. True adversity." Josh pointed out, alluding to our fate.
"We love your guys's life. Soccer is fun, your friends are great, family is nice." Jacob erupted in anger under the tape with this which the two ignored. "See you guys tomorrow for when we transport you to your new environment! Josh (the identical twin in the blue bracelet) said.
With that, they shut and locked the door. I heard them drive away. Still not sure how they obtained a car. I began to use the scissors they thankfully hadn't found. I fumbled with them, and began to saw my way to what I hoped was freedom. My goal to get home and get help from mom and dad. And get rid of these crazy twins once and for all. Me and Jacob were true brothers, these guys though identical could not be our quadruplet brothers.
But I felt it. They were. Just had a sad history, longing to be loved. This was their plan as I sawed my wrists loose. And we would stop them.
To be continued.