[SERIOUS] Have you ever been kidnapped? If so what’s your story?

When I was 15, I had a one bedroom apartment and 2 male room mates, Ian and Nick. We were all in to the goth/rave scene and knew a lot of people that way.

Sam tells me after one club night that he met a man named Crow who had been couch surfing for an extended period of time. I told Sam that when his current situation fell apart he could come stay with us, we didn't have anything but a twin bed in the kitchen but I'd been homeless before, and it's my nature to comfort.

Not more than a month later, my boyfriend gets a call from his childhood friend that her father has been raping her in Idaho and he's going to get her. I understood, but I felt like I was never going to see him again and I was morose after he left. My roomies let me mope for a few days, then decided that we should go to the club and stop at the late night coffee joint afterwards, like we always did.

This was 20 years ago, and we didn't have a lot of money, only Nick had a cell phone. We settled in at Insomnia, (the coffee shop) and I was talking to a guy who I hadn't spoken to before but I had seen for months around the club and shop. I was still pretty down and he was telling me about how his ex had left him and gone to another state, I could relate.

At some point, Nick and Ian come over and tell me that Crow had been kicked out of the place he was sleeping and they were going to pick him and his stuff up and be right back for me. Nick's truck was one of those older ones that only seated 3. I said okay, I'd wait here and continued to talk to the guy, who we'll call Albert. I'm not sure how much time went by, but the shop closed early and I was suddenly alone, downtown after midnight. A girl friend of a friend offered to stay with me until my roomies came back and I took her up on it. Albert offered her a ride home and she was comfortable with it, he'd done it a bunch of times for her. Even remembered where she lived and I thought, okay, I'll get dropped off first and everything will be fine.

I lived about 45 minutes north of the club and she was 35 minutes west of the club. On the way to my place she started feeling ill and asked if we could drop her off first. I was hesitant but didn't want her to suffer so we took her home. I tried to call Nick from Albert's phone but the call wouldn't go through., it was low on battery. Albert told me he needed to get his car adapter from his house, and some money for gas since we were going really far out of his way. I don't remember the exact conversation that got me into his house, I'm sure it was something to do with me being too polite to someone I thought was doing me a favor.

I remember washing my hands in the bathroom and walking into the hallway then pain. When I woke up, I was in a bed, naked and there was someone above me. I tried to get up but one of my hands was handcuffed to the bed. The insides of my thighs, close to my knees were sore and wet, he had been biting me to wake me up. I didn't say anything, I cried but didn't make any sound while he raped me. I tried to push him off, to scratch him where I could reach but he'd grab my hair at the neck and hold my head still, he kept saying over and over, "Just be like a teddy bear."

He kept me there for 4 days. I was never uncuffed. He put an empty trash can next to the bed for when I had to use the bathroom. The second day he gave me a shirt of his to wear while he went to his one college class. I screamed at the windows hoping someone would hear me, it was a short class and he had heard me when he came home, I don't remember much other than him bashing my head into the brick wall.

My chest is getting pretty tight as I type this, because I could even tell you how that room smelled and it was 20 years ago.

I don't really want to go on, because it gets worse from here. He took me to another location and we were there for seven months. He pretended to have multiple personality disorder and when he drank he would get really rough with me. He would tell me stories of the other people that he'd hurt. One that still makes me sick is, when he was 13 he was babysitting for a neighbors kid. That boy was only 6 or 7. Albert told me that he had wanted to rape the boy, but he didn't. I remember the look on his face when he said it, like he was expecting me to praise him for his restraint, like he was a good man because he didn't rape a child. He told me that he had raped the boys dog instead. And went into excruciating detail.

I'm sorry, that's really all I can handle.

I'm alive. That's the important part.

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