Andy heard the menacing sound of more duct tape unwrapped. “You gotta lot of fight kid,” the man commented, seeming impressed.
He was pissed off now, not caring his struggles made his air even harder to breathe. “Throw me some more tape!” the kidnapper yelled to the front. He pinned Andy down on the floor, on his stomach, easily holding him still with his weight. Then one of the men, jumping back, grabbed him. The van then suddenly took off, throwing him off balance back to the floor. But he was on his feet, trying to get to the back door. He knocked into something back there, making a lot of noise. At the next stop, he assumed a stoplight, he started rolling over, moving about, and attempting to stand on his feet. It was a few minutes of driving and stopping and such when it dawned on him to just roll around, or even try to stand up. At various times when they were at stoplights, he thought about screaming as best as he could still. He knew his muffled yelps wouldn’t draw attention. As they said he had to “tough it out” no doubt. That makeshift hood made air a real fight. The air in that pillowcase getting heavier and hotter. He laid on the floor of the van, breathing heavily, sweating like a pig.
Playing with prisoner sock gag free#
They calmly drove away, journeying out of the suburban street Andy called home.Īndy was handcuffed so getting his wrists free was a useless task. The men removed their masks as they climbed in they made sure they returned to a relaxed, normal poise and they were dressed in service uniforms. Who were these guys he thought? They threw him into the back of a van behind Andy’s house. Taking in his sweat and limited breathe racing in and out of his nostrils.Īll three men regrouped, pulling their freshly restrained victim to his feet and darted out of the house. He barely could breathe much air now too! It basically sealed his head and immediately took away his ability to see. “Use the tape,” he heard as the sound of more duct tape was followed by the pressure of it wrapping the cotton fabric of the pillowcase around his neck. The two masked men flanking the slender teen threw him to the floor, handcuffed his wrists behind his back and placed a pillowcase over his head. The gag in his mouth was completely filling him, preventing even his tongue from moving. “Mmmmmmhhhmmm!” Andy grunted in fear as loud as he could but it was a mere gasp, barely audible. This made the duct tape over his face particularly painful. Only eighteen but had proudly started to grow a light goatee.
It was an extraordinary sight how extensively they “shut him up.” A mummified face.
Playing with prisoner sock gag skin#
Layers ran pressed down on his face from the bottom edge of his nose, over all the skin of his cheeks, covering the arch of his chin, going behind his head pressing down against his brown hair, even wrapped vertically going under his head and his jaw area ultimately getting dangerously close to the Adam’s apple! When they were done, only his eyes and part of his head of hair on top were left un-assaulted. Duct taping Andy was a real process they subjected on him. It was wrap after wrap was wound around his mouth. In fact one had to mutter, “He’s just a kid, go easy!” Another snapped, “Ya but a punk brat. Without any semblance of concern for his comfort. Andy kept struggling, trying to prevent the tape assault. Then they duct taped his face like crazy. They had guns too.Īs one masked man held the teenager, another close by stuffed something in his mouth, a gag. He was an average built teenage boy, slender, no match for the burlier guys attacking him. “Shut him up!” the disguised figure yelled in a heavy Jersey accent.
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