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[aid] => mick
[title] => Kidnapped
[time] => 2004-03-07 04:48:31
[hometext] => I have problems. This should happen to people that kidnap people. My mind is seriously demented.
[bodytext] => Out from nowhere it comes. With a quick thrust I am knocked unconscious. Slowly I am waking up to the sound of a car speeding through the dirt roads in some desolate land. My arms and legs are tied and my mouth is gagged but I am too weak from the blow to struggle. Awaking again in a small room with a single light hanging from the ceiling. I am still bound by something paralyzing me. The room was pale grey with no windows and blood splatters tarnishing the walls. From my front a dark figure appears. I can feel the blood dripping from the back of my head. He taunts me while hitting me over and over repeatedly. He pulls a knife from behind his back but I still cannot see his face. The blade long and sharp with blood stains already on it. He tells me of his last victims, telling me how he tortured them and slaughtered them. He again begins to hit me and yell obscenities. I don’t reply to his questions and his stupid tauntings. He then begins cutting me repeatedly across my chest and my face. He laughs while he holds my head in place while he slides the knife slowly across my face. Again and again he cuts me until he is tired. He leans forward into the light telling me, “Don’t worry, you’ll die…eventually.” I now can see the face of my kidnapper. He fat face baby face make me sick. His belly flows over his pants, his unshaven scruffy face, his brown sick eyes, and his bald head reflects the light. He spits in my face and laughs. Before he walks off he tells me to hold his knife and sticks it in my leg and laughs hysterically and walks out of the room. Days and weeks go by as he taunts me and cuts me. My hope turns to apathy, then back to hope but no one comes. I can hear another muffled scream in the room next to mine. Everyday the rage inside of me grows. My restraints weakening as time slips by. I try everyday to loosen them and run away. One day he left the door open and I saw him dragging a girl into his room. Her brown hair shimmered in the light and her flowing body made my heart beat again. For that second I was alive again and not stuck in hell. My dreams shattered again as he beat her repeatedly as he raped her. I moaned and tossed around doing everything I could to distract him but he was determined to destroy her. She never made a sound, she just laid there staring at me. We stared into each other’s eyes for eternity as he continued to lash out at her. He was finally done now and took out his knife. He first cut her wrist and then stuck it in her neck and watched her bleed. I began to kick and thrust about but nothing happened. She still didn’t scream or yell she just stared at me until she could bleed no more. He looked over at me and began laughing. He picked up her body and threw it into my room and slammed the door shut. That night I snapped. I struggled harder than I ever had before and finally broke free of my terror cell. I heard the fat piece of trash leave for work where he was probably praised and honored for moron of the month. I sat there waiting a good hour before moving. I got up and looked at the girl that I had loved for that brief second. I held her in my arms and cried for her praying she would be in a better place. She hadn’t deserved this. I picked her up and took her into the back yard and buried her proper. After I packed the last pile of dirt my mind slowly slipped away. With knuckles gripped white I ran inside and grabbed his knife. I waited for the bastard to get home. Hiding beside his front door I could only dream of the many ways to kill him. Once he arrived I smacked him on the back of his head with the butt of his own knife. I dragged his fat disgusting body into my room and tied him up nice and tight. I stared at him until he woke up. His eyes squinted and he began to plead for his life. With a smile I told him, “I’m going to enjoy killing you over and over.” I ran out of them room and grabbed a four-gallon bucket and put it in front of him. I told him my plan as he began to wet himself. Everyday I would feed the lowlife so he wouldn’t die on me yet. I cut him everyday and let him bleed into the bucket. Eventually I was able to fill the bucket with just enough of his own blood to drown his worthless ass. That day I picked up man items from his kitchen to torture him with. Again he begged for his life repeatedly. I pick up his lighter and held it against his skin till I could see it bubble and I enjoyed watching him squirm. I threw down the lighter and picked up my pliers and ripped off one of his ears but I left one so he could hear me taunt him. I ripped out every one of his teeth then packing them in his mouth making him swallow them. After watching him cry and beg for his life I decide it was now his time to die. I walked behind him and cut his back until I knew he was paralyzed. I knew if I wanted to complete my plan I would have to be quick. I cut open his stomach and pulled out his intestines and rapped them around his own neck. Pulling them nice and tightly watching him choke and yell in agony. Then I pushed his head into the bucket of his own blood while pulling on his intestines. I held his head down with my foot and pulled on his organs until I knew he was dead. Then I left and walked out the front door as nothing had ever happen. I stood on the front porch looking at the sun and the clouds. Little did he know, that my heart was blacker than his.
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