The Capture

No sex. Nothing underage.

this is a story about a young girl who runs away from an abusive mother and her mothers pimp. it takes the form of an interview. she is found by a young man who, you might think is going to take advantage of her, but actually lets her know, when she is most vulnerable, that it is the furthest thing from his mind and intent. this vulnerability and his non actions is the basis of their trust that developes between them. he helps her stay safe and away from the fate her mother planed for her. he turns her into a Goth Girl as part of her disguise and they have fun with that role. he gives her the identity of his deceased sister so that she can remain free. he never has sex with her as a child and never molests her.

if you are looking for sex between children i suggest you read romeo and juliet by shakespear, they are children that have sex, cause it ain't here.

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Would you please tell us about your capture, and you did say you were captured didn't you? The people really need to know all about it.

And that is how the interview started. A woman missing for 20 years and showing up on America's Most Wanted, again and again, now asked for and got a live interview about her disappearance and capture.

"Well I was in the desert out away from the highway and this man, his name is John Smith, saw me and captured me and has kept me with him for 20 years. She reaches out and holds the hand of the man next to her."

Well what were you doing in the desert? And who is this man you are holding hands with?

"Let me answer the last question first. This is the man who saved my life. But let's get back to your first question. I was trying not to get caught and not get any wetter, it had been raining for a very long time and I was soaked and cold but I was afraid that I would be raped or killed. I was there because the man who gave me a ride stopped there to rape me and I ran into the desert and since it was raining so hard he could not find me. I was very afraid. He finally gave up and drove off."

I'm confused. Why were you trying to get a ride in the first place?

"I overheard my mother's boyfriend telling his friends that he was going to drug and rape me. I told my mother and she said I should let him do it because we were living at his place and eating his food and that was the only way to pay. I told her that he should have his friends fuck her and she just said they were tired of her and that her boyfriend could get more money for me when I became his whore. I packed everything I could into a bag and I ran away. A man picked me up hitchhiking and said he was going to California and gave me a ride and tried to rape me when we were out in the desert. I got him to pull over by telling him I would have sex with him and when he stopped I ran away but I had nothing because he put my bag with my clothes in the trunk of his car."

Your mother said she did not know why you left and thought you were kidnapped. So she was wrong?

"She was lying! What would she look like if she admitted that I ran away because her boyfriend wanted to rape and then whore me out and she was going to let him do it? This is a woman who did not even know who my father was or that is what she said anyway. I don't even understand how I made it to 15 without being raped. Maybe it was the fact that I would always hide and they had a hard time finding me. By 'they' I mean who ever she was living with at the time. Do you know what it is like to get clothes out of a trash can and food the same way? Do you have any idea how it effects a young girl to see her mother being a whore with strange men invading her body for money and drugs? It hurts and I never wanted to be her. I would kill myself before I let that happen to me!"

Shocked the interviewer decided to get back to the story and asked "Ok let's get back to your capture."

"I was hiding in the desert about 100 yards from the road when a cat stopped and a man who I later learned was named John came right over to me. It was like he could see me even in the rain. I could hardly see the road but he saw me plain day even though it was in the middle of the night. He had a white van and for some reason that really scared me. I took off running but he caught me easily."

What happened then?

"He literally carried me back to his van and opened the door and tossed me inside."

And then what happened?

"I was afraid, wet, cold and hungry. He took off all my clothes, even my panties, and I thought he was going to rape me. I am very small and he was very strong. He rubbed all over my body with a towel and made me do the same with my hair. When I was doing that he lifted my legs in the air and put on a pair of boxer shorts after I was dry between my legs. They did look silly. Then he put a pair of long wool sox on me, some really big sweat pants and a t-shirt. Then he wrapped me in a robe and used one of those jell pack things to heat up and reached inside and put it on my chest. He also had a microwave in the van, with a small bed and stuff, and heated something up. He put me in the passenger seat and belted me in. He told me not to move. When the bell rang for the microwave he put something into the cup and getting into the drivers seat handed it to me and told me to drink as he pulled away. I did not want to drink it but he told me to and I just said no. Then he took it from me and drank some and handed it back. It was hot chocolate and I drank it all. When it was gone he stopped and did the same with some soup, cup of noodles I think and I drank that too."

So he took your clothes and gave you chocolate? Did he threaten you?

"Exactly, and yes he did threaten me. He gave me his cell phone and told me to call my family or the police or anyone I wanted to call so he could take me to them. I was angry so I told him to "fuck off" and threw the phone on the floor. He threatened to dress me back in my wet clothes and toss me out on the damn highway if I did not pick up his phone and nicely hand it back to him. What could I do but follow his orders and get the phone and give it back to him."

Ok what happened then?

"He told me that we needed a room, there was not enough space in his van so we got a motel room. He also said I needed a hot bath, and more food. He got us a room and when I got in he took me back into the bathroom, stripped me naked as he had the water running into the bathtub, and picked me up and put me in. It was very strange because he had bubble bath. Here he is this former Army Ranger from Afghanistan with bubble bath. I had to laugh."

He was in the Army?

"He had been. That is how he saw me. Here I thought I was invisible in the desert in the rain in the night and he just immediately saw me. John said it was his training and I stood out like a person and not a local rock or plant. So he captured me. He asked me what I was doing there and for some reason as I sat in the warm bubble bath I told him everything. He did not say much, he just nodded a little and listened to everything. I told him everything about my life, I really needed to tell someone."

So an X-Army Ranger captures you and keeps you for 20 years?

"Definitely, that is what he did. He went out while was taking a bath and came back a little later. He walked right into the bathroom and handed me a bowl of hot chili with fries, and then had a bunch more food too. He told me to eat the chili while it was hot. Then he told me my name was Susan Smith and gave me my new birth date. He made me repeat it over and over. He drained the water and put more hot water in and made sure I was clean and warm. Then he died my hair black. He made me repeat my new name and birthday."

Why did he do that? Did he tell you?

"I told him about my past so he made me a new person. I was Susan Smith. So now he dried me and took me into the other room and put me on the bed. He had me put on panties and other clothes for sleep. As a matter of fact he had a lot of clothes for me. They were all weird stuff. Then he painted my toe nails and finger nails black and purple. We talked a lot then. He even had black lipstick and eye liner and stuff. He got me some of those long gloves that were all webbing and did the same for my nylons. I was just short of being sixteen and he said that was perfect. Then he gave me a nightgown one that was all black and weird. Funny that after the first night, even if I was naked around him I never worried that he was going to rape me. No, I did not go around naked, but we did live together. There were times I thought he would spank me though. Anyway we spent a lot of time talking and I learned what I was going to have to do."

We don't understand what kind of black weird stuff did he make you wear? Did he force you to sleep with him?

"Well yes I had to sleep with him! Duh! Who else do you think was there? He had these black Goth clothes for me to wear, even my nightgown. Funny, the panties were plain white but everything else was Goth black. So he pulled the covers down and put me in bed. Then he went in and took a shower and came out and went to sleep in the chair. I thought he might want to have sex with me but he just wanted to sleep in that damn cold chair. I mean he did capture me and now I was clean, warm, well fed, and happy in the bed and he was sitting with a blanket around him sitting in one of those cheap vinyl chairs. I could tell that he was asleep but he also appeared to be awake too. Maybe it is some kind of Army thing they learn. Well I could not allow that. So I went over and took him by the hand and pulled him into the bed with me. I made him put his arms around me and I fell asleep that way. It was nice. I felt safe. It was the first time in my life that I felt really safe."

So did he have sex with you?

"Of course he did, but not then, much later. So we got up and he had me dress like a Goth and I even had black lipstick. He got me these plastic spiders and stuff to weave into my black hair. Then we practiced my name and birth date and my story. I had all these clothes and we went to breakfast. I still don't know where the clothes came from at night. But John was resourceful. He had to work so I had to go with him."

Did anything else happen that day?

"Did it ever! We were pulled over by the police and they did an ID check. I don't know if I was on the news then but I was plenty afraid. John was so cool. He told the cop I was his little sister and that my parents sent me to spend some time with him during the summer because they could not control me. Then he went into the van and got out a birth certificate and it had the name Susan Smith and the birthday I had to memorize. The police asked me my name and birthday and I told them and it matched the certificate. So John talked with the police for a while and it looks like he was some kind of soldier too. John later said he was a "fucking jarhead" but I did not know what service that was. So John is there talking and I want to get moving so I tell him to get on with it and just kiss the cop so we could leave. John told me to shut up and I yelled back at him 'You're not my father you can't tell me what to do.' John asks the cop to arrest me because he would rather have me in jail than with him. Plus he can't get any action with Morticia Adams riding around with him. Then I yelled at him again 'that is not my fucking name you asshole.' The police man smiled, shook his head, and told John there was a cut off about 10 miles ahead and no one would find the body there."

Now this is more than a little confusing. You are talking to a policeman and you don't tell him you need help, you scream at him and insult your captor? Why did you do that?

"Frankly, John was kind of fun. He did not try to rape me. I liked playing Goth, I could be rude and it fit the role. After the policeman left us we both had a good laugh. It was like I was an actress. Then I started studying the birth certificate. I learned that all of John's brothers and sisters had one. It was a sister that died just after her birth, she never left the hospital. She was about my age, so it worked out well. They kept it to celebrate her birth and not her death. I was actually feeling honored that I could be someone who was so loved by the family. John is some kind of consultant and he lives in this van and stays at hotels too and just travels from job to job. He said the desert reminded him of Afghanistan."

Was he crazy, is that why he captured you?

"Well maybe he was a little crazy then. He could look at the great southwest and see parts that looked like where he lost his innocence. But he never hurt me but sometimes when we stopped he would just look out into the desert and not be with me. I would just stand there with him and hold his hand and pretty soon he would come back to me and smile. But then I got really scared when he said this was not working out."

So he was crazy and he scared you? What was he going to do?

"Well the first thing he did was buy one of those RV things, a pretty big one. It had a shower and stuff. He got a hitch for the van. When he said it was not working out he just meant that we needed more room. It took a while but I was finally able to listen to John and understand. But the worst thing was school. John made me go to school. He set it up so I would go to one of those schools you attend by internet. It was a Utah school and they do a lot of that there. When we were in Utah he set it up. They wanted transcripts and John told them that I was homeschooled and there were none. So I had to take a bunch of tests until they found my level. We had a satellite setup and when we stopped for anything I had to download the lesson and upload the homework. He was really a jerk that way. In the evening he made me go to bed at 10:00 pm, but he made me do my homework first. He would always help with it. Then there was all the alcohol and the drugs."

Wait, what alcohol and drugs? Did he drug you and make you get drunk?

"No the Army gave him drugs to take, for his nerves and stuff. I remember they were valium and Percocet, and codeine stuff. He put them all into a blender and mixed them up with water, and when they were all blended together and no pieces were left over he poured rubbing alcohol into the blender and there was only a milky stuff left. Then he had me bring all of his Jack Daniels outside. We broke all the bottles, there were about a dozen, really big bottles, and we walked out into the desert and broke them with rocks. It was fun but still a little crazy, if you know what I mean. Then he poured the water and alcohol with the drugs out. He said this was no different than a patrol and he had to be sharp to take care of me just like he had to stay sharp to take care of his men. Then he did that looking out into the dark night and I just held his hand until he came back. That night I made him sleep with me. I had the large bedroom in the back and he used the sleeper over the cab. But I knew that he should not be alone so I made him sleep with me. This time I held him as he went to sleep."

So he was having sex with you now?

"No not even once. He even took me to the doctor as a Goth girl named Susan Smith and had me checked out and told them I was his sister and had to make sure I was still a virgin and keep my shots up, stuff like that. So for the next three years I went to the same doctor once a year and the medical records will show I was still a virgin at 18, and even later."

But in the beginning you said he kept you with him for 20 years? Even if he was not having sex with you he had to sleep, why didn't you run away?

"Just think about it. Here is a man that treats me well. Sure he makes me go to school and takes me to dinner and out dancing and to a show. He even made me take dance lessons. We would get someplace and pull into a trailer park and there would be kids all over the place. So I got to have friends everywhere. You have to remember that we would stay a month or more at a number of places, so we always made friends. Well there was another man too. He was older. He had been in prison for murder and he was with us too."

A man who was in prison for murder was with you? Why, how?

"Well the RV was getting a little small for us. We ended up with a bus, like the rock stars have, but not as nice. But soon we needed more room so we were thinking about a semi where there was more room and we could pull the bus too. Anyway there was this guy sitting on a curb watching the trucks at the stop. So John and I started to talk with him. John was like that. He seemed to know when people needed help. Came to find out he had been in prison for 5 years for manslaughter and then was on the road for five more. He killed someone in a bar fight. He said it was self defense but the guy he killed was the nephew of the mayor, so he went into prison. Anyway, Frank, that was his name, had been out for about 5 years, so he was about 40 maybe a little older. He had been married but she divorced him as soon as she could after he went into prison and he did not see her again. He had been a long haul trucker and just wanted to do that, but no one would hire a murderer. Right now he made a few dollars helping the truckers tie down loads and the like but no one would hire a killer. After a few minutes John found out that Frank was in the same branch of service as that first policeman I told you about -- you remember -- 'fucking jarhead' so John offered him a job. We were going to get a rig and we needed a driver and Frank still had his license so we used his help to get what we wanted and he would drive us. It was not a lot of money but he loved the work. So now we had a new extended home on wheels and we towed the Bus. Frank used part of that rig and the bed in the cab. By the time we got Frank we had some land and we would park the bus and truck on the land and we already had the electric and everything else. We had some real nice views. I got to pick out all of the spots and John put the pad down. We would use a car to move around to individual customers. Since we had the land we let others use it too, other long haul people and there were always people around to keep everyone safe. Since we needed a car, we got a little sports car model and it fit under the new large trailer. So we ended up with a bunch of trucker places, where they could get some down time, have electricity and the like. Eventually we even put in baths and showers and stuff like that. Then John would find someone to run it for us. John always seemed to find the right person for the job. We made a little money on the rental but the real reason we had it was for ourselves and we wanted a safe place. John was always worried someone would come and take or hurt me."

You run away, almost get raped, get captured, sleep with the guy, but your still a virgin, and you have a murderer driving you around?

"Well I'm not a virgin anymore. But that is about it. We sort of filled Frank in and since I was now over 18 we decided to kill the Goth girl. So instead of a Goth I became a skin head. There was no other way to get rid of the black hair, so I cut it off. Frank cut his off and so did John. So we were all skin heads. So I got all new clothes, gave the Goth stuff to Goodwill, and became your standard run of the mill 18 year old. John made me go to college on the internet and he went to college with me. He already had a lot of courses and he had some type of computer and engineering degrees. That is what he did."

Now tell us again what you were doing?

"There are a lot of people on the road. It is a pretty tight group. So I always had friends to play with. There were lots of dates, John just didn't know it. But we would pull into the same area and all of us would go to the movies or ice skating, you know the standard stuff. But instead of us living next door we would be on the road. There are lots of families out there doing it living on the road. So you get onto the radio and the net, locate everyone close by and meet for some family fun."