It was the season finale with my cousins up in Louisana where I had stayed for 3 weeks over the summer and I was having a blast, but on the last day before I was scheduled to return to San Antonio, Texas, we decided to go with our tradition of playing cops and robbers. In this game, I was selected to be the robber because I was considered by my cousins to be very sneaky and dangerous in terms on how I play the game. I was shirtless and barefoot like the other members of my team and I was 11 years old when the incident took place. The other members of my team was 11 year Jason and 10 year old Andrew who is skilled, but is not fast enough to outrun the cops who is 12 year old Brandon, 11 year old Scott and 10 year old Chad. The rules was simple. There was an object that both sides have. In the cops side, they had a green belt, and on my team, we had to protect a red helmet. If anyone points a water pistol at someone, the victim must raise their hands in surrender and will be tied up and tortured and they can only be rescued if another team member rescues them. The winner of the game is the team that manages to return the item back to their home base, or if all the opposing members of the other team is captured.
I got the roll of duct tape from the cabinet in my bedroom that I had kept well hidden since my stay at their farm and put it in my pocket as I told my teammates to be careful of anything in their path as we proceeded on the path to the location of the target which is inside a horse bin in the far east corner of the farm. At first, we started out well because we captured Brandon when he jumped out and I pointed my water pistol at him and he raised his hands in the air. I bound his hands with duct tape behind his back which caused him to let out a scream as he kicked me and I fell on the ground. He tried to run away, but Jason managed to block his path and push him to the ground. He bound his ankles with rope and we took him to our base, the treehouse on the far left hand corner of the farm. We put duct tape over his mouth which he greatly protested because he thought it was unfair, but he quieted down when we pointed out the rules to him. Then, we put a blindfold over him, and started to unleash our fury on this poor boy. Jason started to tickle his bare feet as his socks and shoes was forcibly removed from his feet and his laugh was inaudible, but it did not matter because we knew that he was very ticklish. As Jason continued to torture the boy, I left my post to find other people to capture and tie up.
However, when I ran across the farm, and entered their base, I did not see anyone in my way so I reacted by grabbing the belt, but I failed to notice a string attached to the rafters above, and Scott holding a knife over a rope, so when he cut it, a net fell over me and I was captured by the enemy. For the first time in the entire game, I was now at the mercy of my smart cousins, and it was about to turn ugly. They released me from the net, and ordered me to lay on my stomach on the ground, so I listened to them because I had no ability to be able to escape due to my body weight being overweight. They bound my hands behind my back, and then proceeded to tie up my feet. Finally, they connected my feet to my hands with another piece of rope. They put a blindfold over my blue eyes, then gagged me with a piece of linen cloth. I do not know which of the boys tortured me, but it was not a pleasant experience. First, one of them decided it was in their best interest to snap pictures of me in my tied up state in case I decided to do something mean to them and it was their insurance way of blackmailing me. I was feeling uneasy about this because I was used to being mean to my cousins and now that leverage was gone so I had to behave the next time I see them. Second, they used their fingers to rack over my sensitive feet and since the cloth was lossely tied, they could hear my laughter. More fingers hit my toes which is the best spot for someone to tickle on my feet and the gag fell off and I was able to speak, but it was still laughter being projected all over the walls. In between tickles, I pleaded and begged for them to stop tickling me, but they would not budge. Tears rolled down my checks as the result of my uncontrollable laughter. Another set of fingers tested my arches while the same fingers was targeting my toes and the combination of those was too much and I wet myself in front of my cousins which led to them laughing at me and I was embarrassed as I tried to further reason with them, but they insisted that getting the leader would put my team in a vulnerable position. So, ten fingers hit my heels at the same time that my other spots is being tickled, and I screamed loudly instead of laughing. After a couple of long minutes, they finally stopped tickling my feet. Sadly, my torture was far from being over as they dug their hands into my armpits and my voice must have went beyond normal vocal chords. I could not determine what is going to happen to my teammates in the outside, but it seemed like my cousins was only focused on torturing me, then worrying about my other ones, so there was a glimmer of hope that we could still win the game. Then, one of them nailed a great ticklish spot on my upper body by getting my sides and tummy which led to me flexing my toes so one of my cousins held them back to prevent me from moving them and it was a feeling like no other because I giggled, laughed, and screamed. After a couple of minutes after that, they released me, but I was not allowed to go anywhere.
To be Continued