23 Survivors Of Kidnappings Detail What Their Experiences Were Like

My elder sister was kidnapped once. She had an exam to take in the university. It was a bright sunny day when she left the house without her belongings to quickly go to a pharmacy shop, get some medicines and leave for the university. As she was returning from the shop, a white ambassador car with it’s jet black windows started walking parallel to her left side. One of the windows on her side opened and asked her if she studies in “abc” college. Just when she stopped for a sec, the door opened and they pulled her in. She screamed but before she realized the doors were closed. The struggle went in vain as she realized that the arms grabbing her are stronger than her. She found herself sitting in between two women wearing black burka dress. A lady with deep voice also wearing burka was seated next to the driver. The driver looked as creepy as a guy you wouldn’t like to see.

She asked them: what do you want?

Kidnappers: We just want some blood of yours. if you co-operate we will let you go.

As the car proceeded in the town and many of her known places went by she realized she can’t do anything now as she is surrounded by these heavy people in a moving car so she stopped struggling and sat coolly. After 10–15 mins both the kidnapper who were holding her wrists tightly started getting the confidence and naturally let their grip loosen up on her wrist. After half an hour they stopped the car and started waiting for someone. It’s when one of the kidnappers sitting next to her started feeling hot in those heavy black burka and she opened the door.

As she opened the door, my sister looked at the free life outside again without black shades. The kidnapper didn’t realize that she had left the door opened for her fellas to breath some air and since the grip by another kidnapper was too loose to hold my sister she jumped out of the car and pushed the kidnapper standing outside . The kidnapper fell down and my sister started running. She took the most crowded path to reach home and finally she was home with bleeding wrists.

This narrow escape changed the whole family as we became more cautious about her. She developed the fear of being kidnapped for many years after the incident.

I went to a taxi rank at a train station when the train was delayed. The taxi was marked properly, but after the driver started driving I noticed the meter was broken and he was quite frankly nuts. After hearing avout people being made to disappear, after failing to attract attention from a man who shouted at him for gaving a broken tail light, the Angels literally stepped in. All of a sudden he asked if I wanted to stop for something at a garage. Yes! I eventually succeed in getting one member of staff to call the police because my mobile wasn't working. By the time he folliwed me in and claimed I was a fare dodger the police were on the way. He then told them I was his wife, and they nearly believed him! They checked me out as a potential nutter by looking in my eyes and asking questions. Then they tried to make me go home on public transport. When I refused as it was quite a traumatic event, an officer grumbled and took me home. No statement was officially taken. A couple of weeks later I called the police to see what was happening with him, I was told to "mind your own bloody business!". That was in the southeast of England. No doubt other police staff would have been better behaved.

I'm still going through the situation. Ever since I was three years old, my mom and dad didn't get along. After they divorced, custody was given to my mom, who tried her best, but kept making the same mistakes (Abusive boyfriends, Smoking, Drinking, etc.). Eventually, my mom and I were more like friends than mother and daughter. Ten years after their divorce, my mom has taken me across the country on a trip that turned into a living situation. My dad didn't feel very comfortable with that, so he told my mom that “He was heading out of country, and wanted to be with me for the last two weeks.” My mom agreed. She believes that I need to see my dad to maintain a decent relationship with him. He paid for the plane flight there, but the second day out here, he told me that I was never going back. I've been here since October and I hate it here. My dad has a stable life, unlike my mom, he has a wife and two sons, also unlike my mom, so it's really weird having to deal with siblings that you've never had to deal with before.