Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Kidnapped by a Family Friend The Day My Trust Was Betrayed and My Childhood Was Stolen PART2 #76

Episode Date: August 28, 2025

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As he kept driving, I couldn't help noticing how the world outside the car seemed to get darker and quieter. Streetlights became fewer and far between, and cars thinned out until it felt like we were the only ones left on the road. I sat in the passenger seat, my stomach churning with dread, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails dug into my palms. It was as if the deeper we went into the night, the further away I was from anything safe, any possibility of escape. About 30 minutes later, he broke the silence. Get up on the seat, he said, his voice flat but with an edge that made my heart thud. But keep your head down, my chest tightened. I wanted to protest, to ask why, but I didn't.

Something in his tone told me not to test him. I slid onto my knees on the seat, lowering my body so that my head was nearly level with the dashboard. I stayed still, every nerve in my body buzzing like. and electric current. When the car rolled to a stop, I dared to lift my head just enough to peek out the window. I saw nothing but an open field stretching out into darkness, punctuated only by a set of lonely railroad tracks. No houses. No lights. Just us. A rough guest told me we were on the northern edge of town now, at least 20 miles from where we'd started. He stayed in the driver's seat, staring straight ahead for a long moment, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

Then he suddenly shoved his seat back as far as it would go. The sound of the seat sliding back made me jump. Come here, he ordered, his voice low and cold. My stomach dropped. He unzipped his pants, pulling himself out, and with a twisted smirk said, suck it like a lollipop. Tears burned my eyes and began to spill down my cheeks. My chest heaved, and I felt like my lungs couldn't take an air. I wanted to scream, to run, to fight.

But before I could even think of moving, he added, Little holes all over your body, That's what'll happen if you don't do what I say. It was like ice water dumped over my head. My body went rigid as the meaning of his words sank in. He was serious. He was capable of hurting me in ways I couldn't even imagine. At that moment, something in the moment, something in.

inside me shifted. I thought about survival. If I wanted to make it out of that car alive, I'd have to do whatever he said. I forced my limbs to move an inch toward him, my whole body trembling. My lips felt numb as they closed around him, and I tried to focus on keeping my mind elsewhere. But he wasn't satisfied. Not like that, he growled, his hands suddenly gripping the sides of my head. He began forcing my head up and down, faster and harder. Take more of it, he shouted. All of it, I gagged as he shoved himself deeper into my mouth, my eyes watering so much I could barely see. Panicking, I pulled back, gasping for air. If I try to take any more, I'm going to throw up in your lap, I stammered, my voice barely above

a whisper. He glared at me for a moment, his nostrils flaring, then shoved my head down again, but not as forcefully this time. With one hand, he glared at me for a moment, his nostrils flaring, then shoved my head down again, With one hand on my head, he used the other to undo my pants. My breath hitched. Stop sucking, he said. Take your pants and underwear off. I hesitated for a second, and his eyes flashed with anger. Now, he barked.

My hands shook as I fumbled with the button and zipper, sliding my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. Shame burned through me like acid. Good, he said, his voice almost mobbed. Now get back to it. I did as I was told. My mind was screaming, but my body moved on autopilot. As I continued, he started touching me, his cold hands making me flinch. He didn't care. He never cared. Time stretched on endlessly. Minutes felt like hours. My jaw ached, my knees dug into the rough fabric of the seat, and my whole body screamed for it to stop. Then he said the word words I'd been dreading.

Stop. I want to get behind you so I can fuck your tight little ass. I froze, bile rising in my throat. He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me into position, maneuvering me so we didn't have to leave the car. My heart pounded so loud I thought it would burst. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a small tube of KY jelly. He popped the cap off and squeezed a thick line of it onto himself, spreading it with one

hand. It'll hurt at first, he said matter-of-factly. But you'll get to like it. I wanted to scream at him that he was wrong, that there was no way I'd ever like this. But I stayed silent. Screaming would change nothing. The moment he pushed himself inside me, a searing pain ripped through my body. It felt like I was being split in two. I saw stars, black spots dancing in my vision as I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. The taste of blood filled my mouth. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. He kept going, pushing in deeper, then pulling out and slamming back in. Each movement sent a jolt of agony up my spine. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to disappear. But it didn't stop. He kept going, grunting and panting, his hands digging

into my hips like claws. At last, thank God, he climaxed. He let out a satisfied groan, then pulled out with a wet sound that made my stomach churn. He slapped my ass, the sound echoing in the small car. There's nothing better than a nice, tight ass, he said with a laugh that made my skin crawl. I thought it was finally over, but then his hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back. Now use your mouth and suck me clean, he demanded. My stomach flipped violently. I wanted to vomit, to scream, to fight. My mind screamed, I can't.

I can't. The thought of putting him back in my mouth, coated in K.Y., semen, and my own blood, made me want to die right there. But then I thought of my family. I thought of my mom's smile, my little sister's laugh. It wasn't my time. I couldn't let it be my time. So I did it. I leaned over and did what he told me, all the while trying not to think about what I was doing. I tried to shut my mind off completely, like I wasn't even in my body anymore.

When he finally let go of my hair and leaned back in his seat, I wiped my mouth and curled into myself on the seat, shivering. He lit a cigarette like nothing had happened. I kept my eyes down, silent, praying it was over. To be continued.