My name is David June and is 21 years old living in Seattle, Washington and has a loving family of 1 biological father, 1 stepmom, 1 biological brother, and 1 adopted sister. My father married Daniele and she gave birth to me, but when I entered middle school, she died from lung cancer. It was a sad moment for me and I slipped into depression and became suicidal. After my attempt of hanging myself in the school auditorium, my dad sent me to a clinic to deal with my emotional problem, and I grew out of it. When my dad remarried in the spring of 2000, I was relieved because she was just as loving as my parental mother. Then, in 2001, my parents adopted Terrance from a hospital after she was abandoned at the church doorstep. My biological brother named Grant took care of me and our relationship with our new sister was amazing. Grant was 22, and our adopted sister was 12. In the summer of 2008, we had a tug relationship at our house and it was about to take a new direction. I was sleeping in my bed, when Grant grabbed my legs, and Terrance grabbed my arms. I am a light sleeper, so I awoke and insisted that they release me, but they tightened my grip on me, and I could not move an inch. My siblings carried me to my brother’s car. They put me in the trunk, and shut it.
For the next hour and a half, I was driven to an unknown location. My parents were sleeping in their bed, so they had no idea that it was happening. After the vehicle stopped, my siblings opened the trunk, and I tried to run away, but they caught up to me, and tackled me. My sister laced my wrists together with a piece of rope she had collected from girl scouts. My brother then tied my ankles. Next, I was gagged with a piece of duct tape and then electrical tape was put on top of that. Finally, my siblings blindfolded me and they carried me due north to a new area. Then, I could hear them drive away and I was left alone. I could not understand why my siblings would treat me in this manner, but moments later, I was picked up by 2 people tacking my wrists and ankles, and putting me on the back of a flat bed truck. The truck drove away and I was scared and started to cry. In a turn of events, someone wiped the tears from my face with a towel. Finally, I heard chatter amongst them, but I did not recognize the voices. As the truck drove on a dirt path, my body was elevated up and down like a birthday bump, but it was longer. So, my fate rested on unknown people, and I felt a loud clash of lighting, and it happened so quickly, that I was worried that I would be drenched in rain, and soon, my worst fears came true. Rain poured on me, and sprinkled on my body. Because of my wet clothes, it was the worst torture that I ever experienced.
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My body got colder and I was freezing. Then, the truck grinded to a stop and the people who had kidnapped me removed me from the vehicle. My blindfold was removed, and then the words of “Surpriseâ€! echoed in the air. I was stunned, when the next words “Happy Birthday Davidâ€! was said to me. For a moment, I was in shock, but when I regained my senses, I realized that the people who kidnapped me was my college friend Andy and Benjamin and my siblings had given me a surprise birthday party with my high school, college, middle school, and elementary school friends. They did not untie me, however, and I was about to find out why.
My college friends carried me to the center of the rink, and set me on the table. Then, everyone grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and sprayed it all over my body. I was eventually covered with foam and it felt great. They had me covered from head to toe. Then, to top it off, they sprayed me with a water hose to wash it off. Prior to this, they took pictures of my body and uploaded it to facebook.com. It was fun, but when they finished washing me, the next phase of torture happened.
They untied me, but each of them surrounded me and removed items of clothing from my body. First, my shirt was removed and I did not struggle because there was too many of them. Next, my shorts were detached followed by my shoes and socks. Thus, I was in my underwear only. Then, they retied me, but this time to a table. That is when the real torment started. Hands tickled my underarms causing me to laugh. I was very ticklish so it was no surprise of my reaction. More hands grabbed my feet, and started to tickle my soles, toes, heel, arch, tops, and bottoms. As this was combined with the tickling on my armpits, I flexed my toes and laughed out loud and I could not control myself and tears rolled down my checks. I struggled to not wet myself, but when fingers tickled my belly, it was inevitable. I peed myself, but no one seemed to notice as more hands tickled my ribs, sides, neck, and knee. I was laughing beyond my vocal chords, but it was so much fun.
The last torture they had in mind was a little different than the previous two. They carried me over a pool, with my hands and feet still tied and tossed me in. However, I was not drenched in water, but in pure chocolate fountain. They left me there for a minute, and then uncovered me from the chocolate, and then dumped me back in. Then, they put marshmallows on my toes, and roasted them with a fiery stick and it was agonizing to feel the burn, but after that, they released me.
The End