"birthday Kidnapping"I was kidnapped on my birthday when I was turning 14. I could give you every little detail about how I got kidnapped and what happened when I got kidnapped, though I won't do that. I had a boyfriend named Jake (not using real names), and we are still dating now. I love him to bits, and my family+Jake was what pulled me through my torture.
Everyday since the third grade I have been walking to school and that day was no different. I always meet Jake, and my best friend Delaney (not real names) at this big oak tree, though that morning I never made it to that big oak tree. You see, from my house you have to walk past like five houses, then turn right, then turn right again, and just walk down the block to reach the big oak tree. As I was rounding the first right turn (BTW there are trees along our sidewalk, great for hide-and-seek, and kidnapping) I felt a hand over my mouth and a knife point touching my back, not digging in just there waiting to strike. The man holding whispered in my ear, "Don't make a sound and I won't have to hurt you." Something in his tone told me he was not lying, so I cooperated as I felt my heart rate speed up to a million beats per minute and felt a tear escape my left eye. He guided me to a big, white van where four other masked men were waiting inside. The man holding my threw me onto the flat part of the van (it was the van where all the back seats can fold down) then an other man straddled me and pulled my head back and started to gag me, I think the moist towel they shoved in my mouth had drugs on it because it made my vision really blurry. Then the other man pulled my hands together and started duck tapping them together then he duck tapped my feet and ankles together. Then the men started kissing my face and licking my face, they only stopped when they heard people walking by, of course the voices were unfamiliar to them, but I recognized it, as Jake and Delaney's voice, I wanted t cry out, but I couldn't for two reasons, one, I was gagged and two I couldn't really think clearly because of the drugs. Then I heard their conversation and I started to cry extremely hard, (because I was already crying from being kissed by men) Jake said, "Hey, you know what I am going to do for Cammie's (my fake name) birthday?" Delaney said,"Oh yeah, huh, you never told me" "I asked the school if I could do something really special..." but then their voices started to fade. I felt so many emotions at that moment' anguish, pain, and happiness that my boyfriend had gone through all that trouble. Thinking about that reminded me that I had my phone in my pocket, and that when I got the chance I could text Jake! Then as the turned the corner two men jumped up into the front seat and started driving, and I could just see the top of the big oak tree. The three other men went back to their "buisness with me". They were just taunting me really, telling me how when we get to their house out in the middle of nowhere they were going to "play" with me. About one minute passed then my butt started buzzing (my phone was in my back pocket of my jean shorts(btw those jean shorts were seriously short)) They flipped my over and said, "Oooh, you gotta nice shaped butt!" They one of the men stuck his hand in my back pocket and read the text message out loud," Baby, where are you? Love you!" Then they started saying things like, "aww, it's to bad were gonna break his heart by killing his BABY!!" then they all cracked up. I just laid there wandering about my future and a lot of stuff. It seemed like forever until we arrived there. They pulled out a blindfold and wrapped it around my eyes. I heard them walk down steps, then they opened a door and shut it, then took off the blindfold. I saw an empty room, except for a metal bad in the center of the room. Then I knew 110% they were going to rape me. They threw me on the bed and then they read another text message from Jake, "Hey, why weren't you at school today? Is everything okay?" I wanted to scream then one of them saw that in my eyes and said,"Hey lets take off the gag, no one could hear her scream!" They all agreed and took it off, though I didn't scream, I knew I shouldn't feed it. Then one of them said,"I have her for the first hour!" Then they all started off on calling dibs. Then the one who called me first shooed them away and then said, "I have been waiting for a while now." Then he walked over to the disgusting beds with bugs crawling on it and then he pulled scissors out of his pockets and then carefully lined up the scissors bottom edge to the skin on my upper thigh where the bottoms of my jean shorts were, then had the top part touching the outer sides of the jean shorts and then started cutting up towards my hips, I started hyperventilating, I hated this guy so much already. He then made the final cut and cut the very top of the jeans. Then very slowly unraveled them so I was lying there in the bed with underwear, a bra and a shirt on. Then he took the scissors and did the same thing to my shirt. I was then lying there in my underpants and my polka-dot bra. He told me this is what I'd be wearing until I die. He then slid down on of my bra straps then the other. Then he pulled it down very slowly and then gasped as he saw my growing breasts he said these exact words, "I picked the perfect chic, she sexy, got a boyfriend, and is feisty." He said that more muttering to himself. Then he pulled down my underwear so slowly a snail could have circled the bed three times! (maybe I exaggerated just a little but that's what it felt like to me!) When I was finally naked he started to uhh, "play" with me. But before he did that he got naked himself. He then straddled me and started to kiss and lick my left breast. He then told me to spread my legs apart. Of course I struggled but he was a grown man and I was just a 14 year old girl. He finally got them stread, then started rubbing my vagina. I was so glad I shaved down there! He then started to kiss me I kept my lips smashed together until he pulled up the scissors that were lying on the bed and pushed them up against my throat. Then I cooperated for the sake of my life. I hated this. It would last hours. Then other men would come in and kiss me and touch me. Then when I needed to take a shower then would ***** me (just take off my bra and underwear) and then throw me into cold water with shampoo and conditioner. I would get three minutes. When ever they would rape me I would always picture my friends and family and imagine how hard they were looking for me, I knew I couldn't give up on them. Then after a few months of torture I started to get fed up with it. I started defying them. Then in the fourth sex round of the day the man punished me. He just pulled the scissors off the ground (they kept weapons for times when I got like that), then he pulled my hair and started cutting it, like really short. I am talking above the shoulders short. All the other men who saw me that day said I look "sexier than ever." I ALWAYS hated it when they told me I was sexy of something. Every night when they would lock me in the pitch black room I would cry and cry for hours. I would miss my mother and father and my big brother (fake name: Josh) and Jake and Delaney and all the other friends that I haven't included in this. After hours I would finally fall asleep and have night mares. But after a few months they didn't just rape me, they would beat me with a leather belt and cut me up and hit me with a ba
orangeandgold 16-17 9 Responses 1 Mar 18, 2011