The bath tub beating( Reality Blog from my past)

So for much of my younger and part of my adult hood life. I was a soldier for a gang,much of my family and closets friends from my neighborhood. Knew nothing about me being a member,they knew I was into stuff and sold large amounts of weed and mushrooms by the garbage bags and pallets. But nobody ever really knowing exaclty what I was apart of. I was a member of this gang for 6 years. I sold alot of dope in large quanities and delt with crates of guns. I was the muscle,the collector,the man to see if you needed someone or something taken care of. So this story is about those days and a event that left me held hostage in a bath tub and left for dead. Tied and beaten over the course of 3 days on and off. So for most parts of my gang life I was a floater we will call me. I would work for anyone with cash and not hold a label for a patch or gang title. I held my own well in what I did. I was a very highly respected,but a feared man. I was no bully,I never just pounded people for fun or harassed them. I never went after local guys business or took out the competition. Not saying when you hold power in the underground criminal world,you dont have haters and others wanting you out of the game. They will be many attempts at your business over the years when your on top. Now many who know me now in life,after the fact on who I was. Those that never knew my past,well for the most.They are in shock listening about my past. Yes some tally whack little bitches are scared and just avoid me after finding out. Now dont get me wrong,I am still not a guy to piss off. But because of things like that,I dont really like to talk about it much. I dont want people scared of me as a adult..And I cannot stand ass kissers at all...Alot try to do it.. Anyway so when I was 18 years old I had gone solo to do a gun deal as my partner had something else come up. But our deal needed to be done as the heat was on our tails trying to bust us in action. So me driving to the location I got a page(pagers were the thing back then) and it said to be careful that these folks are known for ripping people off. Well over that I changed the location to something more out in open so things would not go sour. So I picked Bowness Park down at the end. Well lets just say,wrong fucking choice. So not knowing when I changed locations. This crew I was meeting was already in that part of town and had few guys with them. I was packing a .45 cal so felt comfortable at most. So my meeting time came,pulling up to the spot I seen a few guys dart off in the bushes. So before I got out of car,I cocked my piece.  I got out and went up to the guy,we will call him (Moe) as I will never repeat names. So we started chatting and he is nervous as fuck. So I am now as well,my guard is up 500% now. Out of nowhere I get a club to the head,stripped down from my gun,cash and pager. Then thrown in the trunk of a car. At this point my head is bleeding profusely bad. I am of course scared a little. I always thought that this day would come at some point living like I did. So after what seemed like a hour drive,we drove down a bumpy rode. The car stopped. They were all talking outside saying "you hold the gun on him while we tie him up" well of course when the trunk opens I am going postal. So about 5 more minutes pass and the trunk opens,6 guys standing there. 2 holding guns,soon as my feet hit the ground out of trunk. I started punching and kicking like a crazy man. I figured if I am gonna die,no way I am going like this.. So they all start going on me and me on them. Knocked 2 guys out right off the bat,now sleeping like babies. I was smashing one guy and this other guy tried to cut my throat from behind. I moved to side and got gashed on shoulder good instead. I was standing off with 3 of them forgetting about the rest of guys. I got hit across the back of legs with crow bar,then across back. I went down and done now waiting to be shot. I was flashing happy moments through my mind. Knowing I was gonna die,they are all pissed and bruised with bloody noses. I am gashed on my head,smashed in nose and slash on shoulder. While I am down on all fours,this fucker low balled me in the nuts and then in the ribs. I went to get up all pissed off and click click. The gun was on my head,now I was being ordered to stay down or be shot. This point I am bleeding so bad I am thinking I am gonna die anyway just from loss of blood. Moe starts yelling at them to grab some tape and pillow case.. So next step was me being bound in duck tape on hands and feet,my head covered. Dumb fucks I already seen where I was looking for a pathway out. I was taken into a basement and thrown into a old gross bath tub. For the next 2 hours they discussed what they were gonna do with me. They could move alot of goods,but were dumb as fuck about shit like this. But to be in the underground world you need to be crazy. And they had that,none of them wanted to kill me. But wanted me beat so bad that I would keep my mouth shut. Knowing who I worked for was gonna unleash a fury of retaliations back ten fold. So instead of killing me. I was to be beaten over the next 3 days and tortured. So for starters they threw water on me and zapped me on and off for a hour, the pain and burning feeling still runs through me to this day. I had convulsions,seizures,puking,burns from where the wires kept touching me. So I got so bad the first night,they left me be for the rest of night. Come morning time was some of the worst to come. They started off zapping me some more,then the brooms and sticks started smashing me all over. I got hit while on side in the tub with a 4 foot 2 by 4. I heard my ribs bust, I was wheezing and gasping for breath bad at this point. I was hauled out of the tub to stand and they started kicking,punching,hitting me with broken sticks like mad crazies. I got smashed good. Bleeding all over my body from the sticks. They burned me with cigars and cigarettes.. they tried to get me to set up my partner for more guns and cash. No fucking way,I will let them take my life before that happens.. So next the pillow case came into effect. Over my head and thrown in a chair and tied to it. Out comes the bucket of water,yes they tried drowning torture. To this day I still say the worst way to die is drowning,over the next 20 to 30 mins. I had water dumped on my face while my head was tilted back. Everytime I kept my mouth closed I would get smashed in the side to open up. I was at this point passing out on and off through the pain. Just before they stopped,they went a little to far cause I almost did drown. One of the guys grabbed me from chair and held me up shaking and squeezing me to get me breathing again.. I was thrown back in the tub and my hands were hiked over to edge of the tub. Then they smashed my hand with a hammer followed by one to my top of head. I was out like a burnt out light for hours. Was daylight when I was thrown back in tub,it was now dark outside. I am in alot of pain,can barely move at all. I have blood everywhere,looks like I dipped myself in red paint. I can barely see out of my eyes from repeated punches and kicks. Nose what fucking nose,so numb can hardly tell it is there. So they at this point start talking about what they are gonna do with me. They can tell I am half dead,I have lots a tone of blood and still have open gashes. Now they are talking about killing me and dumping me somewhere. So you can imagine at this point,I hope the tape comes off and I can fight my way out or rather then just die without being able to fight back.. So they all went up stairs. I am scanning the room looking for things I can hop out of tub and grab to cut tape and find a exit,but having no energy.Not happening. So this is the day after they had taken me,I am sure I am gonna die like this and am thinking so much of what I want in life and who I love. I start wondering who loves me,will I be missed. It is getting late and they are getting louder up stairs as if they are partying.. I am so weak I can hardly turn in the tub. My face is so swollen now,I have very little vision at all. So now thinking it is easy night now they been up stairs for while. Nope sometime late in the night I was awoken with a stick to the head and dragged back out of tub. I was put back in chair and zapped,punched and whipped with a branch. Now you might be thinking,a branch,lol. Well let me tell you,the damages a fucking branch can do to your skin are unreal and very painful... so this went on for a bit. At this point of punches,I now have no vision and cannot tighten up for hits to control pain in any way at all. Then they all start talking,lets drown him again.. so round two of the drowing. This time a towel was used over my mouth, was so grueling. Closest to death by drowning as I ever wanna be. But I still was not gonna talk to set up my partner,so half way through the water. One of the guys pick up the power cord to zap me. Not being so fucking bright,he tried to zap me when buddy was dumping water in my mouth. Well he zapped me and himself and one other. The one guy got burned pretty good(ha ha fucker,pay backs are a bitch),you could smell burnt skin. So that stopped the torture while they attended each other. So this is late at night and 3 of them are going to hospital now. So now I only have 2 left in house,hoping they will just kill me or leave me be. They just left me in the chair, I have no vision. My legs are badly beaten,arms,head and I got a broken hand from hammer,my ribs feel like all of them are broken. So hour goes by or more.I am still in chair bleeding all over,looking down I seen a huge pool of blood and I knew that was not a good sign at all. I had to do something. Throughout this whole ordeal I went through many stages of emotions. From hatred to anger and lots of it. To giving up and having no fight,to having lots of fight.. So I fell asleep in chair and heard nothing else.. Come morning my third day,my mind is shattered and my heart dont seem to wanna feel anything. I am so weak,torture,no water,no food. So I was weak as fuck. But I wanted to get out,I could see out of my right eye pretty good this morning.I started scanning for things to help me get out again. Then I heard the phone ring and some talking,could not make out what they were saying. But I knew it could not be good.. I was really nervous as they started coming down stairs. Was still only two of them. Hoping this is my chance,the dumb fucker starts saying to the other guy..(he looks half dead,lets untie him and put him in the chair and get rid of him.) the one guy goes..you mean finish him off ? the other guy says..'that is right Moe wants him dead'.. He says I wanna cut him up first,he then grabbed a knife. I had some energy but not much. Never let them know that,when they took me out of tub.I acted worse off then I was,even though I was in rough condition. So once in the chair they took the tape off feet and hands. I just sat there waiting for right moment to make a break. Well now in chair with no tape,my confidence was strong and heart was willing. I had given up. But now I wanna go home and rethink my ways...so now this one guy is like gung ho wanna end my life bad. He is a crazy forsure and so am I and cant wait for opportunity to attack at all angles and take measures to save my own life.. So they started punching me again,all I could think of is if my eyes closes again I am going to my death bed. No fucking way that is happening at all.. One guy grabbed a knife and started to slash me in my stomach,cheek,legs and arms. He put the knife to my throat and I thought that was it. I made my strike by head butting him and standing up and stomped on his head. The other guy came charging at me from across the room. I grabbed the 2 by 4 and cracked him in the mouth and watched his teeth go flying and him to the ground. At this point my adrenaline is rising fast giving me fight and strength. I go to turn around after cracking buddy with 2 by 4 to be met with a knife in my stomach. I grabbed his hand as he pulled it out and the fight was on. I got stabbed in the hand twice blocking right through on one of them. I fell back into a wall and he charged at me. I kicked him in the mouth and he fell to ground and we started wrestling around on ground. Well now the other guy is up and mad as fuck,he grabbed the knife and tried to stab me in the throat. But the dumb fucking try hard gangster stabbed his friend in shoulder instead. That let his grip up enough for me to rise...("Now this next part is graffic and was done for life saving actions.") I always had that kinda loose cannon part of me,but nervr acted on it unless I needed too. But now if any was a time to be crazy,I am really really worried losing so much blood. Game on for crazy now,I turned from me to a mad monster.. So now I am on my feet ready to kill or be killed. I grabbed a hammer from floor and went rushing to the guy standing. I smashed him on his chest and shoulder,kicked him down to ground. I got on top of him and started yelling at him while smashing him repeatedly with my fists until unconscious. The door slammed up stairs and another guy came running down stairs,I never knew if it was all or just one at first. But the guy stabbed and crying on ground was yelling. He is loose,he is loose. I football kicked him on way to stairs grabbing knife. Before I got there he was at bottom with a .357 magnum holding it up telling me not to move. Well not my first gun fight,gun being up high and me 5 feet away gives me 50/50 chance of getting to him before it dropped to shooting level. So I rushed him quick,he brought gun down to take a shot,shot goes off into the wall. I slashed him with the knife on hand and he dropped it and smashed him in jaw.. now I wanted to go up before anyone else did. He had another gun and reached to grab it from side. I grabbed at him and a scuffle happened and he got stabbed in the stomach and the leg through the ordeal fighting for my life. We started rolling around all bloody and smashing each other. We got to corner or basement. There was a brick on the ground,I was inching for it. The guy I smashed with 2 by 4 is now there and kicking me. I reached the brick after I was kicked in the ribs rolling over to it. They lifted me up,but I grabbed the brick on way up. Smashed one guy in face across the nose and smashed the other over the head. The guy I smashed in nose went down and back up with knife. I kicked that fucker so hards in the nuts, he started to bleed from the mouth. Dropped the knife and I grabbed it but they were done. All layed out on floor bleeding like me. Woot woot I was thinking. I started as weak as I was to go up stairs to get out. Well just apon opening front door Moe and another were coming up the stairs. I jumped down on them , Moe got stabbed in process in the chest by collar bone. I started running,the other guy attendeto him. I ran like I thought I was like a cheetah. But looking back on this day,a little old lady in a walker was moving faster...So for a bout a half hour I looked for a pay phone to call for a ride. Staying out of populated area's to avoid attention. Finally my ride came and took me to a safe house. I slept with nightmares for 2 days,never cleaned up or nothing. So finally I got up and went to the bathroom and looked at myself on how bad I looked.Cried for 2 hours straight. I looked like shit,was lumpy and black and blue from head to toe. I needed medical attention and bad. So now to clean this mess,I showered 3 times to get blood off. Now that blood is off,I still look like death. So now the hospital visit goes as follows.9 broken ribs,4 cracked,40 stitches over all,nose broken and reset,fractured skull in two places,my hand stitched and casted due to stabbed twice in it. So now your likely asking yourself how the fuck did the hospital not call the police.. Cause I am smart,alot of my wounds you can get from rock. So I said I had a climbing accident and fell 25 feet and slid down a rocky mountain bouncing off of shit left and right.And I really did bounce of shit,just knives,bats,stcks and 2 by 4's. Pheww,so I thought. They called the police and I was detained and questioned by detectives. But really they cant do shit if I stick with my story right,right. So now this was one of my most scariest and most life draining experiences to have in life. To this day I still have nightmares about certain parts of those 2 and a half days. I have scars as constant reminders and memories that will never go away. Now for the out come on this,for those men that ripped me off for $20,000 worth of guns and cash. Well that was handled the way it needed to be handled afterwards. No need to write about that part. That is a secret.. Took me months of healing to do and I was always guarded with a gun and 2 or more guys doing business deals now. But that was also my last time to deal in the gun trade at all..I learned plenty of lessons some I took with a grain of rice and some I took very serious. Business was one of them. Do it safe and never go in alone ever again. Some ask me if I am ashamed of things I have done. Yes and no I say,some things I did well of course. Some things are a part of that life.. some lifestyles there was no choice. I was a unguided kid with no family support or direction. My choices in life whether I did them to stay alive or to feed myself. All those turn of events made me who I am to this day. I still know lots of underground folks.We dont hang,we make calls to check on each other. That is about it,morel of this story is when you have a bad gut feeling. Go with it....When I look at my children and think of things I was involved in. It is heart breaking sometimes,knowing that I would not have such a lovely family if I would have been killed off. I enjoy my life now and know that money being made quick. Always come with complications..Thanks for reading.

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Rudi Jensen