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On Oct. 14, 1974 I was kidnapped. That was more than 19 years ago, but it feels like yesterday. That day I was walking to school, when Warren pulled up next to me in his car, and asked if I would like a ride. Warren had been a friend of the family for the last 2 months. We had him over for dinner a couple of times. I accepted and got in to his red Cadillac.Little did I know, I would never make it to school. Instead, I would spend the next 8 hours with Warren and that night in the hospital. Warren was a repeat child abuser. He had been paroled 6 months earlier after being convicted for sexually abusing two other young boys. He had not bothered to tell us this when he befriended our family. What we didn't know was that he was already making plans to abduct me. As we were driving towards school, Warren was very quiet. I assumed he was just tired because he had worked late. When we arrived at school, he pulled a knife out from under the seat and told me to put my books in the back seat and get down on the floor. I thought he was just kidding, I chuckled and reached to open the door. Warren then poked me in the side with the knife, just hard enough to get my attention. He then said, "Skeeter, I'm not playing around, do as I say or they will find you in a ditch." I remember looking at him and then down at the knife. The sun was reflecting off the blade of what looked to be a steak knife with a fake bone handle. I then knew he was serious. I leaned over the front seat, placed my books in the back and then got down on the floor. As we drove off he talked about how he was really going to enjoy my young body. I prayed to God to give me the strength to get through this. Warren said that if I co-operated I would not be hurt. He said if I didn't co-operate he would poke me full of holes and leave me dead somewhere. He said he really didn't care one way or the other, that it was all up to me. As he drove I noticed fewer lights and less traffic. Half an hour or so later, he told me to get up on the seat but to keep low. When the car stopped it appeared we were in the Northern side of town. I figured we were now about twenty miles from where we had started. We were in an open field next to some railroad tracks. Warren was still in the driver's seat. He then pushed his seat back as far as it would go. He opened his pants, took his penis out and said, "suck it like a lollipop." I started to cry, then he said, "little holes all over your body."It was at that moment that I decided that if I was going to live, I must do everything he said. I moved over toward Warren and started to suck. I must not have been sucking it right because he put his hands on both sides of my head and started moving my head up and down on his penis and yelling for me to take more of it into my mouth. I started to gag, so I took his penis out of my mouth and said, "if I try to take any more I will throw up in your lap." Warren pushed my head back down on his penis but not as hard as before. With his other hand he reached over and unfastened my pants. He told me to stop sucking and take my pants and underwear off. I did as I was told. He told me to start sucking again at which time he started playing with me. This went on for what seemed like hours. Then he said, "Stop, I want to get behind you so I can fuck your tight butt." I stopped and we changed places without getting out of the car. Warren reached into the glove box and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly. He took the cap off and squeezed some of the jelly onto his penis. He told me it would hurt a little at first, but that I would soon enjoy it. I then thought to myself, "You may enjoy this, but I won't." The pain I felt as he pushed his penis into my rear end was a pain I will never forget. I saw stars and black spots all at the same time. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry and most of all I wanted him to stop. He didn't stop, he kept pushing it in, then pulling it out. As he pushed in, I felt I was being torn in half. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Thank God he ejaculated not long after he started. Warren pulled his penis out, slapped me on the side of the butt and said, "There's nothing better than a nice tight ass."As if things were not bad enough already, he then grabbed by hair and said, "Now use your mouth and suck me clean." My next thought was that maybe it was my time to die. I did not want to put that thing into my mouth again after it had been in my rear. There was semen, K-Y jelly, and my own blood on his penis. I then thought about my family... it was not my time to die. I leaned over and cleaned his penis with my mouth. After I was done cleaning him, he said I could put my clothes back on. He pulled his pants up while I redressed. He then instructed me to get back on the floor because he was going to head back into town. On the way back into town, he told me that he would drop me off on a corner. He said he would go hide out for awhile and then start looking for his next victim. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. I reached up with my hand and felt the handle of the steak knife. I pulled the knife out of my neck and sat up on the seat. I looked at Warren and said "Warren, why? I did what you wanted." I sat up and asked if he had a rag I could put on my neck because of the blood. He just stared at me. I waited a few moments then asked again. He blinked like he had just woke up and told me there was a towel in the back seat. I reached over and grabbed the towel and saw a bottle of whisky laying on the seat. I reached for it, thinking that the alcohol would help in cleaning the wound. I also saw a large butcher knife laying on the seat. I poured some of the whisky onto the towel and sat back in my seat. By this time, Warren had pulled over to the side of the road and stopped in front of a house. He looked at me and started to cry. I simply asked him what I had done wrong. He said the knife had fallen from the dashboard, and as he grabbed for it, it had entered the back of my neck. For the next couple of hours Warren told me his life story. When he was ten years old, an older boy in his home town had done the same thing to him. Warren told me that when I grew up I would do the same thing too. He told me how he had chosen me and why. Warren said I had led him to believe that I wanted him to rape me. Later he also told me that the real reason he choose me was because he thought I could handle it and that he wanted to go back to prison. He told me how I should have freaked out, giving him a reason to kill me. He told me that I had done nothing wrong, that it was he who had the problem. I had done everything he asked of me and had not complained.We had parked in front of a house where an elderly woman lived. She had looked out her window to see what was going on outside. I don't remember looking at her but I guess I must have. She went to the phone and called the police, She later told me I had looked very scared and she felt something bad must have happened to me. Warren said it was time to go and started the car. Before we got to the end of the block, a police car had turned on its lights indicating that we should pull over. Warren pulled over and told me not to say anything. Two police officers came up, one on each side of the car, and asked if they could talk with me for a moment. I looked at Warren and he said, "I guess our fun time is over." I got out and followed the officer back to the patrol car. The other officer stayed with Warren. The officer asked me what had happened. I looked at him and told him I'd been raped by that man. The officer told me to tell him all about it so I told him the whole story. When I was done, he said something into his radio. The other officer took out his gun and had Warren get out and lay down on the ground. They then put handcuffs on him. I was led to another police car and we waited for my parents to arrive. When my parents got there, we all headed for the police station. I gave my statement and was then taken to the hospital. The doctors examined me, cleaned me up and stitched up the wound in my neck. The wound was 3 inches deep and took 51 stitches to close. The doctor told my parents and I that I had been very lucky, one hundredth of an inch deeper and I would have been paralyzed from the neck down, probably for the rest of my life. Warren got his wish, he was sent back to prison. In January 1979, Warren was paroled again. This time he was on the streets for less than six months. In early May of that year, Warren kidnapped his fifth teenage boy. This time Warren killed. Warren was caught with the body still in the car. Warren was sent back to prison for life, but after only fifteen years, was paroled for good behavior. Warren has been out of prison for about a year now and is currently a suspect in some missing children cases. As for me, I had a couple of therapy sessions after which the therapist told my parents he felt I was fine and just needed time to heal. For the last twenty years I have thought of Warren daily. As a result of my ordeal, I have developed many troubling thoughts. I never knew what my problem was, only that I felt sad inside. My wife suggested that I start seeing a therapist again. I made an appointment with a different therapist. After talking with him for a couple of months, we figured out what my problem was. Warren had told me that when I grew up I would be just like him. I am not now, and will never be like him. I never had a chance to tell Warren that he had been wrong. My therapist tried to set up a meeting with Warren, but Warren would have nothing to do with it. In his cowardice to face me, I realized that he actually knew he had been wrong. I am now able to live a much happier and fuller life, knowing that I had done only what was necessary to survive. Now and then somebody will ask me how I have dealt with what happened, my reply is, "If that is the worst thing that ever happens to me, the rest of my life will be easy." My confidence level has greatly improved as a result of realizing that I have made it through the worst possible event that could happen to a person. In knowing that, any time I am faced with a situation that I feel is tough to get through (eg. talking in front of a crowd, conducting a meeting in which I am presenting to my superiors). I get all sweaty and nervous, but then I realize that if I had not confronted bigger problems I would not be here right now. This (event going on now) is going to be a piece of cake. As for picking friend, I have very few. I do not waste my time with friendships, but I do spend all of my non-working hours with my family, my two year old daughter, my fifteen year old daughter and my best friend, my lover, my wife (all three the same person). I am considered by many who know me to be a excellent father and husband. All I can say to that is, I live for and because of my family.