The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:23 am

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The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner







I shouldn't have opened the door. I knew I shouldn't have. Yet, I did, and I soon found my lithe form trapped inside a cramped wooden box in the trunk of a car whose appearance was still unknown to me. I knew the box was made out of wood - I could feel it; my bare forearms were pushed up against its hard and surprisingly cold surface.

The few movements I could still perform were limited, very limited. And the only thing I accomplished by twisting and turning the upper part of my slightly battered body was inducing more pain to my aching muscles.

I'm not sure how many rolls of duct tape they used to rid my wrists and ankles from the freedom I used to hold dear, but it sure felt as if they were overdoing it just a bit. If they had just asked me to come along quietly when the gun was pointed at me, I would've complied without any questions. This was just cruel and unnecessary; it merely confirmed that the people who were responsible for my current predicament possessed the most atrocious and sadistic natures I had ever met in my entire life. Great.

My vision and my ability to speak had also been taken away from me in the same harsh way that seemed to be some sort of standard for these people. Opening my eyes, and narrowing them into a squint, I could still only see the adhesive side of the tape that was wrapped around my head - more times than enough to make me consider my words the next time I opened my mouth.

The three persons who had done this to me also disregarded the fact that the only sound I had uttered before they crammed a thick wad of cloth into my mouth was a meek yelp. Nothing more, nothing less. But I guess the gag was just a safety precaution in case I decided to be a whiner. It would seem odd if they trusted me when I said that I'd be quiet.

With most of my sanity still intact, I inhaled deeply through my nose, and then let out a final gut-wrenching howl that tore down the last of my hope of being rescued before my kidnappers arrived at their designated area. I wanted to cry so badly, but I pressed my lips together as much as I could, trying to force back the tears that almost seemed inevitable. I felt nothing but nauseous when the car finally stopped, a result of my motion sickness, and a distinct pain flared through my entire body, making me cringe inside the wooden box.

Exhaustion hit my senses; I wasn't even sure if I could stand upright in my shocked state. But I quickly figured that the only way for me to survive this peculiar situation was if I obeyed my captors' orders; if they told me to walk, I'd walk. Considering how they had treated me so far, I reckoned defying them would get me nowhere.

A brief moment was all I got. A brief moment of catching the fresh air from the outside world through my nostrils, before I was carried inside a building that reeked of smoke and vomit. Their footsteps reverberated through the seemingly empty halls, and I was sure we were getting closer to our destination as the three men starting mumbling to one another without much worry in their voices.

My muffled cries for help went unheard, and I received a smack across my cheek whenever they thought I was too noisy. I was shivering with fear at this point, and I'm sure the man whose shoulder I was resting my stomach against could feel it.

We passed through at least two doors and one of the men locked them behind us. I whimpered behind my gag, no longer able to conceal the fact that I was terrified. And with a loud thud, I was dropped onto something that reminded me of a bed—no, it was a bed, but the mattress was hard and uncomfortable. The tape around my eyes was removed and I shot a quick glance across the room before I faced the gaze of my kidnappers.

It took me just a few seconds to realize what was going on. Dark, concrete walls and a metal door with three different locks attached to it - this wasn't just a normal room; this room was made for me. I gulped, eyes widening, as I stared up, meeting the cold gaze of one of my kidnappers.
He peered into my shaking eyes with an insane darkness that I could barely even perceive. The sharp contours of his face were well concealed by a black balaclava, and the rest of his attire matched it; all three of them looked alike.

With a firm grip around my throat, he leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

"I don't want to hear a fucking sound from you. Understand?"

I responded with an indistinguishable moan, but quickly received another abrupt slap across my cheek in return.

"Nod, or shake your head."

I nodded, averting my eyes, as I tried to press back the fear that was running riot through my body. A stray tear ran down my swollen cheek, and the man wiped it off together with a smear of mascara. He grabbed my chin and forced my heavy breathing up against his face.

"Keep still."

The tape around my wrists and ankles were cut off, but my freedom was very short-lived as they pulled my hands above my head and handcuffed them to the headboard of the bed. My feet met a similar fate; fastened to the bed's lower edge with tight ropes. The black bag came last. It was pulled over my face with considerable force, and as I tried to resist, one of the men slammed his fist into my stomach. They laughed as I started fighting for air behind the bag; my heart twinged against my rib cage and the burning pain in my lungs grew more distinct with every passing second.

When the break came at last, I was left tied to the bed, sobbing behind the quite unsparing gag they had wrapped over my mouth. I heard them walk out of the room, one by one, and as the door closed, I waited for the clicking sound from the three locks.

A few minutes passed, but the door opened again and the men strode back into the room. The floor under their feet creaked with an unintended graveness, and I didn't know whether to be scared or relieved. I raised my head in anticipation, but I was pushed down the very next moment with a forearm crushing against my throat while the other two men started untying my bonds, starting with my feet.

I let out a muffled noise through my gag that barely resembled a question and the man who pinned me down slapped me once again.

"Shut up!"

I gasped, but quickly recovered from the strike and nodded. And despite having my arms and feet free, I was still too shocked to even move them an inch - nor did I dare to remove the bag over my head.

They stood up and gave me some room to regain my breath. For a second, I thought they might even had reconsidered their decision to kidnap me, but that proved to be quite naive.

A pair of strong arms pinned me down and I didn't even bother resisting, but as I felt my clothes slowly being torn off from my body, I panicked and began struggling in a desperate attempt to throw the men off me. I screamed and cried - I couldn't even tell the difference anymore. But the kidnappers ignored me and continued undressing me in the most merciless fashion.

Seconds later, I found myself naked on the bed. All of my clothes were gone, even the skimpy pieces of fabric that used to be my underwear. I tried to cover my private parts with my arms, shuddering at the thought of what kind of gruesome fate I had waiting for me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as they were impossible to hold back at this point, almost dissolving the adhesive tape.

Just as I thought that the only thing on my kidnappers' minds was to molest the remainder of my naked innocence, one of the men slid on a warm but soft dress and dragged it up below my chest. He grabbed my hands and directed them to the thin straps, and I pulled the dress up to cover my breasts as well. Still terrified, I managed to mumble a faint 'thank you' behind the gag.

I didn't put up with any kind of fight when my kidnappers retied my wrists and ankles. It seemed meaningless, and I was already well aware that there were no one around to help for miles. These people were professionals, and they were going to keep me here for as long as they wanted.

When they left the room for the second time that day, I finally heard the clicking sound from the locks. I was alone again, shrouded in an eerie silence, and tied down to a bed. My muffled sobs and cries were the only things that could be heard - almost tangible within the concrete walls.

I closed my eyes, focusing on maintaining a steady breathing. My mind and heart were dark and tired, and I wanted nothing more than to burst into tears, embraced by warm and gentle arms. But none of that was possible right now; I had lost all control. Now, I was nothing but a pawn whose only purpose was to listen and obey. Stripped of all rights.

Engulfed by a million thoughts, I slowly drifted off into sleep, and the last words I managed to form with my gagged lips were...

"I'm scared."
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Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:37 am

Lol someone is back! Haha ! Finally a thriller!
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Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby xtc » Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:47 am

What? Back so soon?
Welcome back; it's good to read your work again.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby nadal1234555 » Sat Sep 21, 2013 1:18 pm

you are a fantastic writer proper waiting for more

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Diminished » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:27 pm

And she's back with another amazingly awesome story!!! :D

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Diminished » Sun Sep 22, 2013 1:07 pm

Btw I really hope you'll finish this story though. I so wanted to know the ending to your other story....do you think you ever finish them too? :)
Anyway I sent you a PM! Hope to read the continuation soon! ;)

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby GoneGoneGone » Mon Sep 23, 2013 2:03 am

Good stuff. Very different to your other stories but still a welcome read, even if I want to kick those kidnappers' asses already xD

Kinda 'The Disappearance of Alice Creed'ish too imo.

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby notlongerhere » Mon Sep 23, 2013 2:07 am

As always excelently written.
Love the realisticness in this one.

Despite it being darker then the other story you'll get drawn right into it.
So I'm curious how the rest of the story will go on from here.

And you really feel sorry for Mira (the victim).

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Chloé The Librarian Extraordinaire » Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:40 am

A kind gentleman just a post below wrote:And you really feel sorry for Mira (the victim).

For both her true and fictional self...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Wed Sep 25, 2013 9:51 am

I jolted awake from my momentary stupor, eyes blinded by a dim light, as one of my kidnappers emerged through the door. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping; keeping track of time was impossible in my current state. The bag over my head was pulled off, and I stared up in bewilderment at the man I recognized as the most violent of the three. He held a bottle containing a liquid that looked far too turbid to be water in his left hand. Putting the bottle aside, he began unwrapping the duct tape around my mouth and then helped me spit out the large wad of cloth that was stuck on my tongue, increasing my bout of nausea.

"We need to keep you hydrated," he explained, though less terse in his tone than before, and held the bottle closer to my lips. "Drink."

I peered at the concoction in his hand with distaste; it was definitely not water. Straining to raise my head in an upward position, I gulped and shot him an incredulous look. "I-I'm not thirsty..."

His eyes hardened. "Drink."

Taken aback by the sudden change of tone in his voice, I gathered myself and tried to sound more convincing. "I said I'm not—"

"You little shit!" he barked, as he forced the top of the bottle into my mouth, pouring the cold liquid down my throat. "I told you to fucking drink!"

It didn't taste as bad as I had expected - more like an energy drink of some sort. But I still couldn't help the fact that I coughed up half of it on the bed.

A hand whistled out and struck me across the face; I was getting used to this kind of treatment already. And the stinging pain in my cheek got even worse as he pressed my cheeks together between his fingers.

"Now, let's go through some basic rules while we're at it, shall we? Whenever I say something, anything, you just shut the fuck up and do as you're told. Are we clear on that?"

"Y-Yes," I rasped, eyes twitching from suppressed fear. "I understand."

"Good," he said, and reached for the wad of cloth beside my shoulder.

Reality quickly came back to haunt me, and I let out a loud, yet inadvertent yelp as I realized that he planned to gag me again. I didn't want that sticky tape wrapped around my head; it was uncomfortable and hurt like hell when he ripped it off. He slapped me again - harder than before - and took another fierce grip around my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch!"

I couldn't hold it back anymore. The fear, the uncertainty; it was too much for my weary mind. My irrational subconscious took over my actions and I began thrashing about with my bound legs, glancing up at the man who seemed to hold no sympathy for me at all.

"Please!" I cried. "Please, just let me go—I... won't—I won't tell—uummph!"

He crammed the cloth into my mouth and pushed it in further with the tip of his middle, and index finger, almost causing me to choke. The tape wasn't too far away from his reach, and I felt how a vast amount of the roll in his hand was wrapped around my head. But he didn't stop there; my eyes were up next.

If I had known beforehand how I would react to not being able to see what was in front of me, I probably wouldn't have panicked as much as I did. My breathing would've maintained its steady and harmonius rhythm, instead of being heavy and filled with an underlying dismay. And then maybe—just maybe—would I have been able to press back the tears in my swollen eyes.

When he left me alone to cry in the absolute darkness that engulfed my vision, I thought about how different everything would've turned out if I hadn't opened the door last night. I was studying for an upcoming exam in law school when the door bell rang - thrice in a row, as if someone was in a hurry. The rest happened too fast. Three men dressed in black pushed me back into my apartment as I opened the door, while one of them pointed a gun at me. I was ordered to lie down and put my hands behind my back, and so I did. One of the men ran out while the other two secured my wrists and ankles, and he later returned with the wooden box. I was told that if I made a single sound, they would kill me without hesitation. Simple. Quick. And no mistakes.

Not even once did I question them, or doubt the truth in their words. The rough treatment had reached my inner senses and it broke me down into an inevitable submission; I was on the verge of abandoning every last bit of will to fight for my freedom that I still had left in me.

An explanation was all I wanted now. Or at least some kind of confirmation that nothing was going to happen to me as long as my family paid the ransom, or whatever my kidnappers were after. The psychological torture was much worse than the duct tape covering most of my face. Not knowing whether I would live through this experience, or be able to see my loved ones ever again was driving me insane.

But there was nothing I could do about it. Absolutely nothing.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jeff12345 » Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:49 pm

Mirae, are you writing this after watching one of the episodes in the new tv series here in Sweden, "Brottskod"? :big:

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:22 pm

nyttkonto2 wrote:Mirae, are you writing this after watching one of the episodes in the new tv series here in Sweden, "Brottskod"? :big:

I watched half of it before I got too freaked out and had to turn it off. =(

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Diminished » Wed Sep 25, 2013 11:00 pm

What was it about? Great part btw :D

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Sep 26, 2013 10:05 am

Well, look who's back. Welcome home. :quirk:
Btw I kept most of your stories in storage in case you ever want to re-post them but lack your own copies of them; just so you know.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Fri Sep 27, 2013 9:37 am

You didn't have to do that, Jason. I'm not planning on reposting them. But thanks anyway.

It was about a kidnapping case in Sweden, Diminished. Me and the victim have a lot in common.

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 27, 2013 10:00 am

Mirae wrote:You didn't have to do that, Jason. I'm not planning on reposting them. But thanks anyway.

It was about a kidnapping case in Sweden, Diminished. Me and the victim have a lot in common.

Well, just in case. If so, you wouldn't be the first writer/artist I've talked with to purge all their stuff and then regret it - if only years afterward. Myself included (although in my case the purging was not deliberate).
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Sep 27, 2013 1:48 pm

Very intense tale! No cute humor, nothing fun, just a chilling abduction. The electronic version of a real page-turner here, Mirae...
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Sep 30, 2013 9:28 am

Nice writing - very well done. Seems like when people get tied up in real life against their will it's not much of a game.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:51 am

markusthe1st wrote:Nice writing - very well done. Seems like when people get tied up in real life against their will it's not much of a game.

True. The one time it (sort of) happened to me in real life, it turned out to be a set-up arranged by my cousins. I didn't know that at the time however when three kids (all brothers) I didn't know found me where my cousins had left me tied up in the woods near their (my cousins') house and , instead of freeing me, simply took me to *their* house and locked me up inside their barn for a few hours (luridly describing horrible things they planned to do to me that night before leaving me entirely alone)! The only reason I didn't freak out was because I'd seen one of them in my school (didn't know him but he seemed friendly enough then) and another was a kid two years younger than me. Perhaps I was utterly naive by today's standards, but it was the early 1970s, things didn't seem as dangerous (especially to a country boy), and I just couldn't believe that anyone my age (let alone that 12-year-old) would be a party to actually harming me. Nor did they. Scared me a bit, yes - but only a bit before my cousins turned up and revealed how I'd been set up. They'd probably intended it a bigger scare than it was since they wre strangers and all that, but I guess I was simply too dumb to be scared of being held captive by someone my own age.
Had they all been older (well, the oldest one was 16; but I mean if they had all been 16 or older - I was 14 at the time), I'd have been scared out of my wits! Had the oldest one been alone, or at least only accompanied by the one who was my age, that might actually have been scarier. But having a 12-year-old with them simply defused the scariness of it for me. On the other hand, the idea of adults kidnapping me would likely have given me a heart attack!
In any case, kidnaps are definitely different in real life than in a fantasy that is safely in one's mind.
Btw I became friends with all three after that, so it worked out pretty well.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Tue Oct 01, 2013 12:34 am

It must've been at least 9 years ago - probably a little more - since the time when I was almost kidnapped for real.

A car drove up next to me as I was on my way to school, and a man looked out the window and said that he "had something that my dad had bought me, and he was going to take me there" to which I replied that I didn't want it. But the car kept following me, although there was a bit of a distance between the road and the sidewalk if I kept walking. Once I crested an uphill, I could see the local Statoil (oil and gas production company). I began running toward it, even if I still managed to maintain calm, and I felt a bit more at ease when I spotted other people there. But that was when the car (made that accelerating noise) drove up closer to me and two of them jumped out of the car.

At this point, I had already realized what was going on. Mainly because I had suspected it all along (remember every time your mom told you not to go with strangers) so I started running and screaming for help. They caught up to me in no time of course and tried to drag me back to their car, but some of the people at the Statoil had already seen me and were running toward us. I was pulled into the car (a white van) but held onto one of the sides to keep my feet outside of the car, preventing them from closing the doors. One of them must've been a bit squeamish. I think he could've thrown me inside easily if he wanted to, but the other grown ups had already made their way over to us and were know "fighting" the kidnappers who basically just tried to fend them off.

One of the people who came to save me helped me out of the van and we hurried to get as far away as possible. Several other people had joined now, and the police were on their way. The kidnappers finally got into their car and drove off in a real hurry. I was asked if I was okay, but all I could do was nod or shake my head.

I couldn't really make out the kidnappers' accents. They could've been immigrants from the Balkans or even Lithuania, Estonia, Poland or whatever. It doesn't really matter. But they were eventually caught; two of them were sentenced to two years and the other got roughly one and a half. (It wasn't an easy task to escape from the town where I live as criminals, since there's pretty much only one way out.)

The sole purpose of the kidnapping was financial gain.

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Diminished » Wed Oct 02, 2013 1:19 pm

That was very honest of you :) I hope you got over it!

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:55 pm

Mirae wrote:The sole purpose of the kidnapping was financial gain.

How could you possibly know that for sure? Not that the next likeliest motive is any nicer to contemplate.
Anyway, definitely a good thing you ran and were rescued.
I remember now (I'd forgotten this long ago until I saw your post) one time some older kid (more like a teenager from the nearby high school rather than an adult) tried to get me to go into a car with him too when I was about 9 or so, but I'd also been warned of strangers and so I didn't. I was still very near the school however and there were lots of other people (mostly kids and some crossing guards but also a few adults) close at hand, so the fellow didn't make an issue of it. I simply walked on and forgot about him; no scary moments involved in my case thankfully.
I couldn't even tell you if he stayed where he was (and tried to lure some other kid onto his car) or drove off; I was too naive at the time to think of saying anything about it to anyone and soon forgot about it. I really don't even know for sure if his intentions were all that dire, but in hindsight I'd have to guess that they were at best not thought about.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:09 pm

Because I was told so.

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:06 am

Oops; somehow I missed or forgot the part of your story where you said they were caught and convicted later. :oops: I reckon something like that would have come out at the trial.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Thu Oct 03, 2013 12:22 pm

Yep. =)

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Fri Oct 04, 2013 4:27 am

Story discontinued. ^^

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby notlongerhere » Fri Oct 04, 2013 6:26 am

AAH :( I want to know how it ends :annoy:

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Oct 04, 2013 7:46 am

I think I see a trend here.
Get your fans interested... and then piss them off.
Maybe you should run for Congress, Mirae. :?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby ScrewAllOfYou » Fri Oct 04, 2013 8:53 am

And I could keep doing it without giving a rat's ass. But I won't.

Re: The Kidnapping of Mira Von Perner

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Oct 04, 2013 9:02 am

That attitude sounds like a prime recipe for making enemies and losing all your fans.
But that of course is your decision. Not my concern.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...