I was a kid again and I was abducted by this tall obese guy with a shaved head, red beard and mustache. He lived with his son who was vaguely half asian in a secluded house.

He lived on abducted kids -- he would abduct a kid, bite the kid so that large bleeding wounds would be all over, and hook him up to a machine that made sure the wounds didn't heal. The wounds would constantly be open, raw and bleeding; he'd then live on the blood coming from these wounds.

He'd also sexually molest the kids by having anal intercourse with them.

I was kidnapped by him and he was taking me from the airport to his house. A woman who was working for a kidnapped children agency was there to rescue me. He kept refering to her as if she were English royalty, callinger "your Highness", non sarcastically. She was trying to save me but I was too scared to say anything. I tried looking at her to make eye contact and give the hint that I was being abducted, but I was too was paralyzed with fear. All I could do was to look down at the floor and sob.

He took me back to his secluded house and began ripping skin off my knuckles with his teeth. The pain was unbearable and I began to scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed so long that my voice began to get hoarse, but the pain of screaming with raw vocal chords seemed to lessen the pain of having his teeth separate the flesh from my knuckles.

He got distracted and left. There was a phone and I called my mom but then was horrified at the prospect of what would happen if he caught me calling her. I hung up just as I heard her voice say "hello". Realizing that I didn't have much to lose since eventually all the children that came here died from sanguination anyhow. So I quickly tried redialing by pressing redial. The phone number was dialed but the phone number kept dialing numbers. I was afraid my mom would pick up the phone, hear a bunch of touch tone and hang up, thinking it was a prank call. Luckily, the phone stopped dialing and I heard her saying "Hello? Hello??". I told her that I was calling from Santa Clara, California (she knew I was abducted). I kept hoping that she'd give the information to the police; I was worried that she and John would try to come to California instead of calling the police. I was also hoping the police would be smart enough to find me quickly before the man made larger wounds in me. I wanted to give her step by step instructions on how to save me, but didn't feel like I had enough time before he returned. I realized there was blood on the phone from my knuckles so I quickly wiped off the phone and hung it up.

The man called out out to me from the kitchen and asked if I wanted some chicken for lunch, and if so, how many pieces.

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