Testimonies of the Kidnapped

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These are just a fiction based compleation of a police testimonies based on a kidnapping. IMPORTANT: None of the stories below are true and do not take them to be truthful.

Submitted: July 09, 2013

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Submitted: July 09, 2013

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Testimonies of the Kidnapped

Gary Hicks

I believe that life is all about plans. In order to succeed in life we need to plan out what we do. Every night I sit right there, over by the window and I plan out tomorrow; I plan out my life. If I am unable to make a plan and stick to it I lose my mind. My wife had a heart-attack last week but I couldn’t stray from my plan and she had to call the ambulance herself. When they left I sat down in my chair by my window and stared out onto the street for an hour. I made a plan to see my wife the next day but that was all I wrote down. That’s when I saw him grab her.

Elise Torino

I had been running; I go every afternoon at four and run five blocks. He was my neighbour and when I ran past I saw him staring at me through his curtains. I had the state finals tomorrow for Soccer so I had promised myself to do another lap around the blocks. When I ran past his house again an ambulance was pulling out across the road and screaming and howling down the street. I stopped and watched it go. He walked out of the front door and walked towards me. I looked at him and said hello and he started talking about jack shit. I nodded politely. He wouldn’t shut up so I had moved to go home. He said ‘No! Wait! I want to show you something inside.’ I said no and turned to go away but he grabbed at my arm and wrenched me closer to him. I was scared into silence and I tried to escape his tight grip but I couldn’t. He walked me calmly into the house and then shoved me down onto the floor and tied me up with ropes that smelled like diesel. I felt faint and my vision became blurry. He lifted up a rug and then the floor boards and kicked me down the hole. I blacked out at the bottom of the stairs.

Ilesha Andrews

I heard the unfamiliar thumping as something was tossed down the stairs. I crept over to it, dragging my chains behind me. It was a girl – she looked like she was about sixteen. I undid her but I couldn’t stop shaking. I still haven’t stopped, see? She had a mark on her left wrist and rope burn on her face. I dragged her over to the bed and sat her up against the wall. I had been in here for two years and the only person I had seen was him and now he had caught another girl. She woke up at about the same time he came down stairs again to collect his evening payment. I was about five months pregnant at this stage and he still went ahead and did it. I have had two miscarriages before and while I suffered through them, he would just come down after and sweep it all up. And then he would beat me for making a mess and then he would rape me. I couldn’t let another girl go through this. But I don’t think I really had a choice. I was weak and there was not much I could do about it at that stage. So I let him rape her dazed body. She screamed though, screamed like it hurt. I think it was her first time. When he was done with her he waited about half an hour and raped me. I cried in agony and the other girl curled up in a ball.

Leila Mason

I had seen the photo of the missing girl on the news. I had seen both of them actually but I didn’t think anything of it. We moved in on the other side of his house and he was always outside tending to his large rose bush in his front garden. I was parking my bike against the house when I noticed him staring at me. I waved and walked inside my house and locked the door. I could feel his eyes burning on my arse and I hated it. Every time I rode home from school he was there, tending to his rose bush. I tried getting home later but as I turned into the driveway he walked out of the house and started to water or feed the bush. I told my mother and she told me to call before I came home so that she could watch to see what he does. I rode home as normal and sure enough he walked out of the house and started to tend to the rose bush, all the time staring at me. I turned to walk back inside but he started to call out to me. He asked me to come and look at his rose bush but I declined. He persisted and walked towards me. I said no and walked towards the house. My mother came out of the front door and said to “stay away from my daughter”. I locked the door behind me once we were in the house. That night the news report came onto the television about the missing girl living on the other side of his house and it clicked. I called the police and they tore the house apart and eventually found the two girls chained in the basement he had created. They were both stark nude and pregnant. One girl was eight months pregnant and the other had already had a baby whose bones had apparently been piled in the corner of the room. The OCD guy across the road even testified to seeing the neighbour being taken a year ago. Those girls have never been the same.

 

**Author’s Note: This was not based on any particular story. Abuse and kidnapping has been on the news lately and I was interested in writing it. These stories are meant to be like police statements.**


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