My name is Henry and I am an American born and raised in El Pasto, Texas when I met my cousins and his siblings for the first time ever, and it would become one that I would remember of having to suffer the most in my entire life. I was 19 and he was 17. Bill is the kind of person that had a sentimental value, and that was his prized trophy and it was special because he had won it playing 1st baseman in his high school and leading his team to the state championships. He told me about how he had hit the game winner home run to carry his team over the Spartans 7-6 with his Knights in Phoenix, Arizona. He would never let it out of his sight. He even keeps it at his bed side whenever he goes to sleep, and keeps it in a special case when he eats or do house chores. He has a little brother named Welsh aged 12, who is usually not around much
On a hot spring break, I was playing catch with him outside, and his parents was working on the garden. It was a beautiful garden with white roses, tomato plants, and seedlings for pumpkin. I was wearing my green and red stripped shirt and shorts, and my friend was shirtless, but had on a pair of blue jeans. We smiled at each other when we tossed the ball back and forth from each other, and he was fierce as he had mastered the art of the fast ball, and I barely was able to catch it. Suddenly, we heard a loud distanting crash from inside the house. We rushed inside, and we saw the remains of Bill's prized trophy and it was shattered into little pieces. Welsh was holding a bat and one piece, and we knew it was a deliberate act of stabotage. Bill started screaming and crying because he had worked hard to earn it and now it was a ruined mess. He asked me to grab his brother arms behind his back. I did, and Bill left the room. His brother struggled to escape, but my grip was too tight on him for him to resist my power. Bill came back later with rope, and bound his brother hands behind his back. He than tied Welsh's ankles and finished it off with a gag. He mentioned me over, and told me to take him to the basement and lock the door shut.
I carried him with the assistance of Bill, and we took him to the basement and shut the door. Welsh was unable to talk and I took great privilage to cover up his eyes so he cannot see. There was a floor mat and a blanket at the bottom of the room. I placed him down, and rolled him up in the blanket. Now, he was fully immoblized under the weight of the blanket and the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. I took off my shirt and hung it on a coat rack, and went upstairs with Bill. We did not expect any more trouble from the little rascal, but we were wrong.
Bill did not study his brother very carefully because he would have known that Welsh was faking his cries for help because he was an escape artist. He managed to get his hands free from the ropes, and pushed open the blanket with his legs. He undid his ankles and stepped outside with a devious expression on his face when he said to us "Put your hands up", it is over for both of you. I stood there in dead silence as I could not imagine what this twelve year old could possibly do to us. Bill told me to do as his brother said as it was a game, and I was now part of it. I hesisitated at first, but agreed. I slowly raised one hand at a time, and Welsh said that I was a slow turtle, and told me to sit down on the chair with my hands behind it. I sat there and did exactly as what I was told. I placed my hands behind the chair and waited. Welsh got out handcuffs, and snapped it shut around my wrists. In my instinct, I tried to find the emergency switch for toy handcuffs, but to my horror, I realized that it was real handcuffs. I should have known that my cousins parents was part of the police forced. Welsh tied each of my ankles to each of the chair legs. He gagged me with his dirtest sock that I had ever seen. The smell was terrible and there was no way to get rid of it. I heard a loud scream as I realized that Welsh had overpowered Bill, and there was no indication of what was happening to Bill. I was securely handcuffed to the chair, and with Bill missing from action, I thought that it was going to be a long day for both of us.
TBC