## Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jul 09, 2010 4:18 am

My name is Lana and Iâ€™m 13 years old. Right now, Iâ€™m in deep trouble and I donâ€™t know if Iâ€™m going to be much older. Iâ€™ve been kidnapped! It happened like this:
When I was on my way home from school the other day, I saw a couple of men acting strangely in front of a house. They tried not to draw attention to themselves, in a way that immediately did just that. Little miss busy-body as I am, I got curious and sneaked up on them as they went inside. Through a carelessly opened window, I could hear someone talking about some secret plan of his. How he and his gang were going to steal something, from somewhere. I couldnâ€™t make out what or where, though.
There must have been one or more people watching in the garden outside, because suddenly, I felt someone grabbing me from behind. He put a hand over my mouth, while someone else tied something around my eyes, making sure the knot in the back was tight and secure. Then they pushed me up against the stone wall and tied my hands behind my back. Then they proceeded to tie my knees together, so I could still walk, though with small steps only. It happened so quickly, I only had time to grunt once as I hit the wall. They took me inside, lifting me up the stairs to the door.
â€œWe caught ourselves a little spy here, bossâ€ one of the men said, in a husky voice. â€œWe caught â€˜er snooping around, we did. What are we gonna do with â€˜er?â€
â€œFirst of all, youâ€™re going to lose that phony accent of yours, and then youâ€™re going to put her in that room over there, for now. But first, just to make sure she doesnâ€™t get that blindfold off, use this.â€
I was too terrified to do anything, even if I could have, so I just let the man put a couple of loops of tape around the blindfold. He pressed hard around the nose, making sure there was no light at all coming through. Then I was taken to another room, pushed down on the floor in one corner, and my ankles were tied together. Then he left me, all alone.
By now, itâ€™s time to describe myself:
Iâ€™m as I said 13 years old. Iâ€™m 1 meter 25 centimetres, so Iâ€™m quite small even for my age. I have very long, straight and thick blond hair and Iâ€™m slim, almost skinny, to the point where my parents have expressed concerns about me not eating enough. I, of course, am dressed in my school uniform, which are all different shades of grey. It consists of thick grey tights, a lighter grey knee length skirt made of wool, a grey cotton shirt and black leather shoes. They, for some reason, took my tie and schoolbag away.
Iâ€™m only allowed out of the room, a couple of times a day and then only to visit the bathroom. Then the man only frees my feet, and I have to hobble there and back again. After the first time someone took me to the bathroom, he didnâ€™t tie me back up. Instead, he cuffed my hands behind the back and then my feet. Occasionally, someone checks on my blindfold, so the tape hasnâ€™t loosened.
When it is time to eat, someone comes in to my room, takes my handcuffs away and puts a plate of semi-eatable food in my hands. He also puts a tin-mug of lukewarm water beside me. When Iâ€™m done, (probably) the same someone comes in, puts the handcuffs back on and takes the plate and mug away. The door is closed, but never locked, because as they say; where am I going to go, even if I could get off the floor. Which, of course I canâ€™t.
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### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:12 am

Thereâ€™s been talk of letting me go! The gang has finally done whatever they planned on doing. My feet have been released; but instead my knees have again been tied together, so once again, I can only hobble along. Iâ€™ve been lead outside. I can hear a car pull up and Iâ€™m being shoved in the back seat. Iâ€™m buckled in a seat belt and I can feel two men sitting down on either side of me. Therefore, there must be at least three men in the car.
We drive around for a while, before suddenly stopping. I can hear the driver grunting â€œRoadblockâ€ before a voice, boosted by a loud-speaker, says: â€œThis is the police! Come out with your hands in the air and take the girl with you!â€
Iâ€™m more or less dragged out of the car, by the man on my left. Suddenly I can feel a completely different set of hands grabbing me by my right arm and Iâ€™m lead to another car. There Iâ€™m pushed in the back seat, the door slammed shut and the car speeds off. Iâ€™m yet to be freed of my blindfold, handcuffs or the rope around my knees. When I ask to be released, the only answer I get is a ball shoved in my mouth, and a piece of fabric tied around my head, to hold it in place. A male-sounding voice; whispering in my ear, tells me to shut up. Then he whispers that this will soon be over, as long as I do as they say. He smells as if heâ€™s been bathing in after shave or something. The stench almost makes me pass out! He climbs in and sits beside me. Then the door on the driverâ€™s side of the car opens, someone else gets in and the car starts to move. By now, Iâ€™ve realised that this is not the police at all, but a new set of kidnappers!
After rather a long drive, Iâ€™m dragged out of the car and into a house. Judging by the smells in the air, this house is in the country. To be more exact; Iâ€™m on a farm. The fabric is loosened around my head, the ball is taken out and the same man as before says: â€œAs long as you are our guest, there are some rules that apply: you are not to take off your blindfold, for any reason! As we donâ€™t have the keys to your handcuffs, you will have to keep them on. But donâ€™t you worry missy; I or someone else will help you with food and drink. Do you understand?â€ I nodded. â€œNow I will take you to your room. You are not to leave it, under any circumstances, until this is over! Someone will come and help you, when you need to go to the bathroom.â€ Iâ€™m being pushed in to a room and told to sit down. My feet are being tied together, but the rope tying my knees together are taken away. And then Iâ€™m left, freed from one set of kidnappers only to find myself in the hands of a new set.
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### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:04 am

A couple of minutes ago, I heard a bump against the wall. Apparently, this is a house with rather thin wooden walls. Nothing has been heard since then, but Iâ€™ve got a sneaking suspicion, that that is about to change. My kidnappers are, as of yet, oblivious of this fact. Iâ€™m just going to sit here, quiet like, and see what is about to happen.
Suddenly the door crashes open and someone yanks me to my feet and throws me over his shoulder. He tells me to be quiet and with a firm hand on my butt, he runs out of the house. All of a sudden, Iâ€™m thrown in to yet another car (why am I always thrown into cars?) and it speeds off. This man doesnâ€™t even have the courtesy of letting me sit in the back seat. Oh no, instead he, quite unceremoniously, dumps me in the trunk, where Iâ€™m left to try to fend off all sorts of heavy objects, which I canâ€™t see. Itâ€™s not even a big trunk, so I have to lay there, my knees almost touching my chin. After a couple of minutes, the car stops. The trunk pops open and I can hear a familiar voice saying: â€œDonâ€™t worry honâ€™, Iâ€™ll have you home in a matter of minutes.â€ Itâ€™s my next door neighbour! He lifts me up, still handcuffed, feet tied together and blindfolded, and lays me down in the back seat. He smoothes out the creases in the blindfold, and much to my surprise, puts a rubber-ball in my mouth and ties it in place with some sort of cloth. â€œHere we go again,â€ I thought â€œnext set of kidnappers! Three times in one month! That has GOT to be a record, of some sorts. I ought to be in the â€˜Guinness book of world recordsâ€™ or something in the kidnapping-victim-category!â€
â€œSorry about the gag,â€ he said. â€œBut I just canâ€™t stand girls yapping while I drive. I will make sure someone can take it off of you, along with the rest of the gear, as soon as we get home. One thing, though. Youâ€™ll have to lie perfectly still back there until we do, otherwise Iâ€™ll run the risk of getting stopped by the cops.â€ I grunted a couple of times, and he correctly interpreted that as an â€˜OK, then. I willâ€™.
After a while the car stops, and Iâ€™m once again being lifted into a house. He picks up the keys to the front door out of my pocket and carries me inside. Iâ€™m put in a wooden chair, and a heavy chain is tightly looped a couple of times around my waist and locked in place behind the back of the chair.
â€œNow, you just sit there and wait for your parents to come home. It shouldnâ€™t be more than a couple of minutes. Iâ€™ll put the keys to the lock of the chain on the table beside you. Theyâ€™ll probably have to call a lock-smith to get you out of the handcuffs, though.â€ With those words, he leaves and locks the door behind him. But not before tying my knees together. â€œThis is getting ridiculous.â€ I think, but there is nothing for me to do, but sit there and wait for my parents to come home. I can hear him putting the keys in the letterbox in the door.
After a while, I can hear a car pulling up, and a key being inserted into the door. Then I can hear my motherâ€™s voice as she talked to my father. She stops in mid-sentence, when she sees me. â€œLANA!â€ she cries. Within seconds, Iâ€™m covered in kisses and hugs. They free my knees and legs, and take the gag off, and for the first time, in I donâ€™t know how long the blindfold is being cut off. After having worn that thing for so long, the light hurts my eyes at first. My father calls the locksmith. â€œHeâ€™ll be right over,â€ he says â€œbut itâ€™ll be another hour or so before he gets here.â€
I spend the hour of waiting still chained to the chair. Iâ€™ve told my parents where the key to the chain around my waist is, but they still havenâ€™t used it. So, here I sit, and canâ€™t do anything about it. But, at least Iâ€™m home again. When Iâ€™m completely free, the first thing I will do is take a nice long bath and then Iâ€™ll eat a proper meal for once.
So long! See ya!
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### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by bondagefan » Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:06 am

Nice story so far.

### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:52 pm

A couple of weeks have gone by, since my release, and I lie in my bed, unable to sleep. Iâ€™m all alone in the house, as my parents have gone to a party down the road. As I toss and turn my bed, I suddenly hear the door to my room slowly open. A sack is being pulled over my head and down to my waist, effectively pinning my arms to my sides and blocking my view. Iâ€™m being carried down the stairs and out into the night. Then Iâ€™m being put in (what else) the trunk of a car. â€œNot again!â€ I think to myself. The car speeds off. After a few minutes, it stops again, and Iâ€™m lifted out of the trunk and into a house. â€œLook who Iâ€™ve got back!â€ a familiar voice cries out. â€œGood! You got her back! Put her in the same room as before. This time, guard her closely. We donâ€™t want her to escape as she did the last time. Do we?â€ Itâ€™s the people, who were posing as police the last time!
Iâ€™m being carried into a room and put, not too gently, on the floor. Then the kidnapper tells me to close my eyes as he takes the sack off. I do as he says, for fear of getting shot, in case he has a gun. There is the familiar feeling of fabric encircling my head, followed by tape. My hands are once again put in handcuffs behind the back, and Iâ€™m made to sit down in a corner, on the hard and cold concrete floor. â€œThese guys must have plenty of handcuffs,â€ I think to myself. My feet and knees are tied together and Iâ€™m left all alone for the night, though I can hear people moving about for a while in the other room.
This time, Iâ€™m wearing nothing but a frilly, high-necked, long-sleeved night-gown, made of cotton. Itâ€™s white, with pale pink flowers. It goes all the way to my ankles and Iâ€™m barefoot. As I wonder why these things keep happening to me, I fall asleep.
A couple of hours later, Iâ€™m awakened by the door being opened and someone feeding me breakfast.
My life soon falls in to a routine consisting of feeding, going to the bathroom and sleep. My hands are constantly cuffed and Iâ€™m blindfolded; and if my feet arenâ€™t tied, my knees are.
After, what I guess, is a couple of days, Iâ€™m put back in the trunk of the car and driven someplace else, still cuffed, blindfolded and with my feet and knees tied together. This time theyâ€™ve gagged me as well. After a while, the car stops and Iâ€™m lifted out of the trunk and carried into a house. There Iâ€™m being put to bed and one of the kidnappers say that the keys to my cuffs are on the bed-side table for my parents to find, when they get home.
When they finally do get home, Iâ€™m released and the decision is taken that we move out of town, the very next day, if possible.
So when I write this, we have found a new house in another part of the country, far away from all that has happened. I never got a good answer to the question why I was constantly being kidnapped, nor to the question if there had been a ransom paid.
What I do know, is that Iâ€™m actually in the â€œGuinness book of world recordsâ€ after all!
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### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:54 pm

> bondagefan wrote:Nice story so far.

Thanks. But I think 4 parts in one night is quite enough.
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### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:44 am

Hallo like story but wish it had a more surprising end. On other hand I wish that end you old big story's.
Thank you andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Lana's kidnapping

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:16 am

What did you mean? I'm not sure I understood you.
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### I would say, lasse...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:30 pm

...that your Lana has plenty of legitimate questions to ask her parents about how she ended up in the Guinness Book! The poor girl can't seem to catch a break!
On the other hand, her constant abductions are a very good break for us--you tell her POV very well! Let us know when the kidnappers find out her new home address..
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