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 Sam grumbled to himself as he flipped the pages of the magazine. Why did he always get stuck with the shitty jobs? The others were probably sitting somewhere nice and air-conditioned, enjoying themselves while they waited for the ransom money to be delivered. And here Sam was, sweating away in this hellish place, with nothing to do. There wasn’t even a TV! All he had for entertainment were some crappy old magazines, and they didn’t have many pictures for him to look at. All the cold beer was long gone. He yawned as he looked at the clock. Ugh, his relief wasn’t due for a couple of hours. He thought about checking on their guest,  but decided against it. He didn’t want to go down into that nasty, dank cellar. It was full of spiders and other creepy crawly things, and if there was one thing that Sam hated, it was bugs. He was glad that he wasn’t the one down there. That rich asshole, Joe Sandilands, had probably never spent any time in a place like the cellar. He sure hadn’t seemed very happy the last time Sam had paid him a visit. The smell from the spilled slop bucket hadn’t helped matters. That was the rich guy’s own fault. If he hadn’t struggled so much, it would never have been overturned. Sam was going to leave the mess for Freddy to clean up. He couldn’t be bothered himself.
 Sam yawned and stretched. If he wasn’t careful he was going to doze off. A nice snooze would be great, but he didn’t want to be caught XXXXping if the boss should happen to drop by. Then he would be in big trouble Yeah, big trouble…..Sam’s head started to droop. It was so hot, and he was so tired, and those beers hadn’t helped…just a few minutes of shut eye couldn’t hurt…Zzzzzzz.
Sam came to with a start. What was that noise? He looked at the clock on the wall. Whew, he had only been XXXXping for half an hour. But….he was sure that he had heard something. He shook his head to clear it, and as he did so, he noticed a quick movement at the very edge of his vision. What the…?
"Hey, how the hell did you get out of….MMMPHHHH!"
 Sam’s expostulations were cut off as a hand went over his mouth. He began grappling with his attacker. How did the bozo get free? The last time Sam had checked him out, he had been very nicely trussed up and gagged, lying on the slimy stone floor. This wouldn’t do at all. OUCH! What the fuck had the bastard done to him? Sam felt his arm go numb as strong fingers dug into his shoulder. He yelped as he felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head back. He gurgled through the hand gag as he turned his head and saw a blue bandanna clutched in the hand of his assailant.
"You’re not so smart are you? But then, what can one expect from criminal scum like you? Evidently, not very much. You are going to be SO sorry that you XXXX me."
OUCH! Frank yelled as his other arm was immobilized. What was this guy doing to him? He was starting to get tingling sensations in one arm, but the other hung down XXXX and useless. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the hand over his mouth as the bandanna was dangled in front of his face.
"You ready for your gag, scum ball? I wish that I had brought up that filthy sock that you stuffed into my mouth, but I couldn’t find it in the dark down there. This should keep you quiet though.
Sam moaned as the bandanna was pulled taut in front of his face. Summoning all of his strength, he managed to bring his hands up, feebly grasping at the arms of his former captive. It was no use. His arms wouldn’t obey him. Joe had no problem brushing aside Sam’s grasping hands. He pulled the bandanna as tightly as he could, knotting it behind Sam’s head. He gave the knotted bandanna an extra tug, making sure it was good and tight. He wanted the gag to hurt Sam, the same way that his own gag had hurt him. Joe was feeling quite vindictive at the moment. He wanted this bastard to suffer. He wasn’t going to forget the abuse and humiliation that he had suffered at Sam’s hands. It was unfortunate the slop bucket had been XXXX over. Otherwise he would have searched for it and brought it up here, and dumped the disgusting mess all over his erstwhile captor.
 Sam waved one arm feebly as he watched Joe lean over and pick up a coil of rope that he must have brought up from the cellar. Ugh, first he was gagged and now he was going to be tied up, and he was helpless to stop his one-time captive. He grunted in pain as the rope was wound around his chest, biting into his bare skin. Oh, it was so tight. Around and around, the rope was looped around his body, tying him to the chair. Once his torso was bound, Sam felt his hands being pulled behind. Ouch, that hurt. He moaned impotently as hands were bound behind his back. Ow, ow, OWWWWW!
Sam screamed as in pain as Joe grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back as far as it would go. He thought that his neck was going to break. He gurgled a protest as Joe spat in his face.
"Do you like that, asshole? How does it feel, being tied up and gagged? I should drag you downstairs and leave you lying in that hellhole. Then we would see how you would like having spiders and cockroaches and centipedes running all over you, biting you. "

 Joe knelt down in front of Sam, and starting wrapping ropes around the criminal’s legs and ankles. Yeah, he was going to make the ropes good and tight. With any luck they would cut off all circulation, and the creep would have to have his feet amputated. He deserved to suffer, suffer a lot. Once he had finished with the rope, he stood up, and grabbing a hank of Sam’s hair, he jerked his head back.
"I hope you enjoy yourself, asshole. Whatever happens to you, I don’t think it’s going to be much fun. Just let me relieve you of your car keys, and I’ll be on my way."
Once Joe had left, Sam starting struggling against his ropes. Terror gave him strength. He DID not want to be around when the boss found out that he had let their prisoner escape. Rico was an evil, vicious bully, and Sam had seen what he did to those who crossed his path. Sam started sweating bullets as he thought of the grim punishment that lay in store for him if Rico got his hands on him. He sawed his hands back and forth, ignoring the excruciating pain as the skin on his wrists was worn away. Oh, thank God, the rope was loosening. He looked at the clock and saw that he had only a few minutes before Freddy was due to show up. He managed to pull his hands free, and started working at the ropes around his chest. It only took him a few minutes to get rid of those. Pulling the gag down, he leaned over and began untying his legs and ankles. Shit, that bastard had used a lot of rope, and a lot of knots down there. Time was running out for Sam. Finally, he was free. He jumped up and started hobbling towards the door, calculating the amount of money it would take to get him to a nice peaceful place, somewhere like Zimbabwe or Uzbekistan, where Rico wouldn’t come looking for him.

Sam played by Neal

Joe played by Tommy

Photography by Caitiff