The darkness that lurks beneath

The day I was kidnapped

I don't like to talk about these years but now as everyone knows I should explain to you this.

On August 11th 2008 I was kidnapped by a large man in a black neoprene costume. He stuck a sharp needle into my neck like a scalpel cutting through skin. He tossed me into a small ice white van that had muddy splodges over it. Then everything when dark.

All that I can remember is me waking up with my wrists and ankles tied together as tightly as a bower constricter hugs its prey but only this time with a thick, scratchy rope. I also had a thick cloth tied around my jaw so I could not scream for help.

His tall figure loomed over me. He said to me whilst he ran his fingers down my face " what do you think your sweet little parents would pay to get you back" and I tried to scream but it was too muffled so I tried to kick him whilst also trying to escape from the ropes. He then screamed at me " you shouldn't have done that!" And once again stuck his long, shiny needled into my delicate skin.

I blacked out. I could just imagine what I was in for but I had no clue about what would happen next.

After the drugs gradually wore off. I eventually came round to the strong smell of his lynx deodorant spray. He once again was staring at me and his black beady eyes where staring at me. Behind his eyes he was empty. I had never seen anyone so empty before. It's like he had no soul and no family connections. That was what dawned on me. He was more dangerous than just your average abductor. He could possibly have been so r that he was going to do something worse. So from then on in I didn't put up a fight nor did I underestimate him.

He slowly bend down and gently whispered in my ear " I need you to comply with me or there will be consequences. Do you understand?" I nodded whilst I had alot of butterflies flying around my empty and wallowing stomach. He untied the thick rope from the pole but he gently lead me to an old mahogany chair which he tied my hands and legs to so tightly that I couldn't feel my hands. He set up a camera in front of me and held a black pistol to my head. He screamed "3,2,1"...