To make a long story short, my best friend and I played "Briscola" with two of our friends. When 4 people play this card game, two teams are formed, and we lost 2 out of three games.
So this was the penance, first thing we had to go back to our house to change into something lighter.
These days the temperature is already quite high, so much so that during the day a sweatshirt and trousers are enough, and some are already walking around with open shoes (me and the other girl friend of mine, actually barefoot, but we were only two streets away from our house).
We were ordered to wear at most a pair of trousers and a bikini top.
After that our tormentors led us towards a mysterious Fiumara (it is a mystery or else Director Wolf will kidnap me
), which is a wide river bed, where there is water only in autumn and spring, now there is water right in the centre, leaving a large area of rocks.We passed through the internal road, to go under the railway bridge, you can also get there from the beach, but the internal road is more stony and even if we are used to walking barefoot, after the winter of wearing shoes, we had a bit of difficulty walking there, but after all it was a penance.
As soon as we reached the internal road, however, they tied our wrists and elbows behind our backs with plastic ties.
It was cloudy and windy, we with only our bikini tops had goosebumps.
It took us 20 minutes to get to the bridge, instead of the usual ten it takes when we got back into the habit of walking barefoot (it's not far), The stony river bed wasn't exactly pleasant either.
Under the bridge they freed us from the ties and took out the ropes, we have our points in the pillars of the bridge to hook the ropes, usually at the top, so that you can almost hang by the wrists, they tied us with our feet touching the ground, but only with the tips.
they like to tie us like this because since we are both skinny, if we are stretched, our ribs can be seen clearly, and then we can't defend ourselves from being tickled.
And in fact they soon began to tickle our sides, ribs, stomach and armpits.
Usually they also tickle our thighs, but since we were wearing long trousers it wasn't effective at all.
Of course, after a while they went down to the soles of our feet, but they couldn't tickle us for long because by lifting our feet they left us hanging by our wrists and we couldn't resist for long.
After a while the wind stopped and that meant only one thing: rain.
A heavy rain suddenly began, our tormentors had with them jackets suitable for the rain, complete with hood, but we were instead only with a pair of trousers and shirtless (just a tiny bikini top).
Even with the rain they continued to tickle us, they said we had to wait for the rain to stop, and in the meantime we might as well tickle us.
However, the rain increased rather than decreased and when they too were in danger of getting soaked because they were wearing rain clothes, but not for such heavy rain, they decided to free us from the ropes, but not completely, since they tied our hands behind our backs again with the electric cable ties, and also with the cable ties and a piece of chain they created a sort of shackles for the ankles.
Basically a piece of almost a couple of meters of chain was tied with a cable tie to my ankle, then after less than half a meter, it was tied to my other ankle, then a slightly longer piece of chain and the chain tightened around my friend's ankle and then around her other ankle in the same way I had my own tied.
With this chain not only could we not take long steps, which when you are walking half naked in the rain and barefoot on a stone road is quite important, but we also had to coordinate between the two of us so as not to fall.
If it took us 20 minutes on the way there, almost 40 on the way back, and it's only a 10 minute journey.
We couldn't choose the least sharp points to put our feet on and this was very unpleasant.
The freezing water on the bare skin was a constant torture, then even the trousers and up to the underwear became soaked in water and remained stuck to the skin, and this is also not pleasant.
We couldn't wipe the drops from our faces and we couldn't move the hair stuck to our faces that were limiting our vision.
The boys escorted us anyway, without giving us the slightest help but observing our tribulations (and more, I think the bikini tops had become very tight and revealing, but nothing illicit).
At the end of the road they freed us, also because we were practically on the street where we live, and we were happy to be able to run home, soaked but also satisfied to have made it.
