nightmare where you wake up and think you are ok, glad you are awake, and suddenly your not, and catapulted back into that horrible place, screaming but no noise is coming out of your mouth… and the more you try to scream and nothing happens the more you panic… well it was like that, except when I did wake up, this really, really was my reality. I couldn’t understand why they were keeping me, cause what could I give them; maybe they had the wrong person? Oh God, what if they did; they would have to kill me so I wouldn’t tell anyone!! . . .
I could hear voices, and then the lady leaving, which left the young guy. He came through, tried to calm me down, I was weak and weary and he seems ok, but obviously part of this crazy gang. He wasn’t so harsh—the big guy was the leader, but it was the girl with the glasses who seemed like the ringleader. I would try anything I was so scared, so I even tried to chat up the guy thinking he just might let me go, was I mental or what? I was so desperate I would try anything, even though I couldn’t even offer him sex because I knew I wouldn’t be able to do anything, my body was refusing to co-operate with anything I wanted it to do! I didn’t know… maybe I would do anything !! I remember thinking he was ok, or as much as he could be ok. I pleaded with him to let me go, but would he hell, I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anyone that he was involved, I told him my family would give him money. I knew my mum and dad didn’t know I had been kidnapped, or whatever it was, or they would be looking for me, but they would surely give them money… wouldn’t they?? . . . I looked at the guy, and he reminded me of my nephew Matthew, he looked about his age. He managed to calm me down and I was so so tired… you see, ‘calm’ was still semi—hysterical. I fell to sleep, always hoping when I did wake up, this would all pan out as one hell of a hellish nightmare… I couldn’t remember being this frightened since I had been hanging off that cliff in Plymund.
When I woke up the fair haired lady was back and I knew I had to stop trying to bribe the young guy, but chances are he had told her anyway. I was scared rigid and daren’t rattle my bars… they were still drugging me and even wanting me to eat but I wouldn’t. I was starting to get weaker and weaker and eventually fell into what seemed like the sleep of my life. When I woke up it was immediate panic, because I was STILL in this hellhole and I couldn’t hear anyone. I could see up these stairs, and there seemed to be some daylight, so I started shouting and screaming frantically, shaking the bars in an attempt to make more noise and trying to pull them off, whilst also trying to squeeze once again through them… this time I was in such a frenzy I was crying and could smell myself, I had done the ‘full’ toilet! Oh god, I had actually forgotten all about my bodily functions, and I just wanted to die and I really mean, DIE! Suddenly everything went hazy and I drifted… somewhere… then I heard people singing, I looked up the stairs, and couldn’t believe what I was seeing, it was the actors from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and they were real and walking and dancing down the stairs, just for me, oh this was magical. I remember the small boy, the butler, the big black guy who was the dad, then I saw the mum, and then the posh sister and son, and then Will Smith’s character at the front of them all, doing most of the singing. They were beckoning to me as if they wanted me join in, and I was so so happy. I totally forgot where I was for a while… I loved that programme and now they were singing and dancing for me, smiling at me. Will Smith was being so funny and I was actually smiling and laughing cause all this was really ‘whacky’ and I couldn’t explain any of it but I was in this crazy but nice place, aah bliss… I must have drifted off, because when I came too, the young boy was gone and the big
I could hear voices, and then the lady leaving, which left the young guy. He came through, tried to calm me down, I was weak and weary and he seems ok, but obviously part of this crazy gang. He wasn’t so harsh—the big guy was the leader, but it was the girl with the glasses who seemed like the ringleader. I would try anything I was so scared, so I even tried to chat up the guy thinking he just might let me go, was I mental or what? I was so desperate I would try anything, even though I couldn’t even offer him sex because I knew I wouldn’t be able to do anything, my body was refusing to co-operate with anything I wanted it to do! I didn’t know… maybe I would do anything !! I remember thinking he was ok, or as much as he could be ok. I pleaded with him to let me go, but would he hell, I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anyone that he was involved, I told him my family would give him money. I knew my mum and dad didn’t know I had been kidnapped, or whatever it was, or they would be looking for me, but they would surely give them money… wouldn’t they?? . . . I looked at the guy, and he reminded me of my nephew Matthew, he looked about his age. He managed to calm me down and I was so so tired… you see, ‘calm’ was still semi—hysterical. I fell to sleep, always hoping when I did wake up, this would all pan out as one hell of a hellish nightmare… I couldn’t remember being this frightened since I had been hanging off that cliff in Plymund.
When I woke up the fair haired lady was back and I knew I had to stop trying to bribe the young guy, but chances are he had told her anyway. I was scared rigid and daren’t rattle my bars… they were still drugging me and even wanting me to eat but I wouldn’t. I was starting to get weaker and weaker and eventually fell into what seemed like the sleep of my life. When I woke up it was immediate panic, because I was STILL in this hellhole and I couldn’t hear anyone. I could see up these stairs, and there seemed to be some daylight, so I started shouting and screaming frantically, shaking the bars in an attempt to make more noise and trying to pull them off, whilst also trying to squeeze once again through them… this time I was in such a frenzy I was crying and could smell myself, I had done the ‘full’ toilet! Oh god, I had actually forgotten all about my bodily functions, and I just wanted to die and I really mean, DIE! Suddenly everything went hazy and I drifted… somewhere… then I heard people singing, I looked up the stairs, and couldn’t believe what I was seeing, it was the actors from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and they were real and walking and dancing down the stairs, just for me, oh this was magical. I remember the small boy, the butler, the big black guy who was the dad, then I saw the mum, and then the posh sister and son, and then Will Smith’s character at the front of them all, doing most of the singing. They were beckoning to me as if they wanted me join in, and I was so so happy. I totally forgot where I was for a while… I loved that programme and now they were singing and dancing for me, smiling at me. Will Smith was being so funny and I was actually smiling and laughing cause all this was really ‘whacky’ and I couldn’t explain any of it but I was in this crazy but nice place, aah bliss… I must have drifted off, because when I came too, the young boy was gone and the big
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