I was heading to my car, when a van pulled up alongside me. Doors flew open and two Women sprang out and attacked me. I tried to fight them off, but I didn’t stand a chance. A quite sobering conclusion, but it’s the truth. They zip-tied my hands behind my back, pulled a sack over my head and bundled me into the back of the van. After about an hour or so the car suddenly stopped. I was forced down a narrow corridor and into a room. I was pushed against the wall and then they cut my clothes off! ALL my clothes!!! This was far more realistic than I expected and I must admit I was quite a bit overwhelmed. I was slapped, kicked, choked, trampled, insulted, whipped and spat on. Towards the end they forced me to the floor, pissed all over me and left me lying there for at least an hour. They returned into the room, untied me and ordered me to put on the clothes they brought with them. Which was easier said than done, because I couldn’t see a thing with the sack still over my head. The clothes turned out to be way too small for me and it was near impossible to squeeze myself in! They took me to the van and drove me to the outskirts of town, kicked me out, removed the sack and drove off into the night.
I never got a good look at my kidnappers and would not recognize them in broad daylight. I was exhausted, hungry, stank of sweat and urine, looked like an adult in children’s clothes and I had a long walk ahead of me. I didn’t care. I headed home whistling and smiling the entire way.
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