The police took my basic statement in the hospital after they had done the horrible forensic tests but my Dad agreed that I would go to give a full formal statement tomorrow so I am just typing this at home to try to get it all in order.
The police took my basic statement in the hospital after they had done the horrible forensic tests but my Dad agreed that I would go to give a full formal statement tomorrow so I am just typing this at home to try to get it all in order. It is pretty much a jumble in my head but I think I can fit it together as it really happened.
Julie hit 18 just a week after I did and we all met up at Café Rinaldo. I didn’t get anyone to pick me up as there are always plenty of cabs and I didn’t want to trouble anyone. We left the café at around midnight and there were still lots of people about. A few of us said goodbye outside the café but I thought I had better pop to the loo so I went back into the café and, when I came out, they had all dispersed. That is not their fault as we had said goodbye. I began to walk to the taxi rank but a white car drew up beside me. It had a lit TAXI sign on the roof. The passenger window was down and the driver called to me asking if I wanted a cab so I got in and gave him my address. He seemed an ordinary kind of guy and we chatted about what I had been doing. I had been especially glad to get in the cab rather than walking to the cab rank as it was raining quite hard.
We got onto the ring road and I had drunk a bit and the rain on the windows made it difficult to see where we were. We came off the ring road and did a bit of town driving and then suddenly, he swung off the road and stopped. I realized that I had no idea where we were. He jumped out of the car and ran quite fast round to my side and opened the door for me. He was pointing a long knife at me and telling me to get out of the car. I was really scared and did not move at first but he threatened that he would use the knife if I didn’t do what he wanted so I did get out of the car and I was talking to him trying to “talk him down” and make him put the knife down.
We were on a patch of concrete at the front of a sort of workshop and he put one arm tight around my neck as he used his other hand to unlock a small door and push me inside. He was still holding the knife in the hand which had gone round my neck. It was dark inside and he threw me in so that I fell over on the floor while he shut the door behind us. I realized later that there were small windows quite high up which let in just enough light for him to make out where I was and he laid on top of me with the knife against my throat; his weight was crushing me and I could feel the cold blade against my neck. He sort of whispered but quite harsh and loud – like a stage whisper right into my ear and told me that he was going to kill me unless I did exactly as he wanted. I couldn’t move with him on top of me and he must have had a roll of gaffer tape in his pocket because he started winding around my head and covering my mouth which made me feel suffocated even though my nose was free.
He obviously knew this place very well because, still in the dark, he pulled me up by my hair. His hand was tight against my scalp so I really had to go wherever he wanted. We went through a door which had been closed but not locked. As we went in, he switched on the light using a switch which was just outside the door.
I was too scared to take in a proper de***********ion of the cellar. I just had an impression of a low ceiling with a black wire leading to a lightbulb and lots of “stuff” scattered around. That is as specific as I could get at that point.
When we got to the bottom we were on a concrete floor and he forced me down on my belly with him on top of me and he taped my hands behind me. The tape went around my wrists and partly up my arms over my thin raincoat then he taped my ankles almost up to my knees. He was shouting at me about doing whatever he told me and how he would cut my throat if I gave him any trouble. Then he rolled me onto my back and pulled open the front of my coat which I had unbuttoned in the taxi and he used his knife to cut away the top part of my short dress and he cut my bra between my breasts then he cut the shoulder straps and started groping my boobs and stroking the knife across them and letting the blade rub across the skin. I was more scared than I had ever been. I felt really hot (not sexy hot – really hot) and I think I was hyperventilating as I did not seem to be able to get enough air in through my nose.
Because the front of my dress was now cut open, he was able to reach down inside and grope me between my legs which was really painful. At first it was over my knickers but then inside my knickers and they came down so they were slid down clear of my body. I stayed conscious all the time and eventually after I don’t know how long, he stood up and walked off to one side then he came back with a hinged metal collar like something out of the Dark Ages. I couldn’t stop him padlocking it shut around my neck; it was heavy and quite high so it pressed up under my chin. It must have had a ring on the back because he clipped a chain onto it and dragged so that I had to use my taped legs to sort of shuffle myself on my back to avoid being choked. He padlocked his end of the chain onto a ring on the wall about three feet above the floor.
My fear shot up even further when he stood beside me and got his cock out. I was a virgin and thought he was about to rape me but he just jerked off and let his spunk pour down on my face and hair. I brought my taped hands up to cover my face but he barked at me to get them out of the way. His cock was very long and thin and curved slightly upwards. Obviously, I could smell his disgusting stuff on my face. Looking at it rationally, he didn’t actually produce that much spunk but it was enough to make his point which was domination of me. I think he was disappointed at his performance because he wanted another attempt. He drew the knife which he had put in his belt and bent down to cut the tape from my mouth. Well, he partly cut it and partly just ripped taking skin with it. That blade was very close to my face. Then he caught me by the hair at the back of my head to lift my head and force his thing into my mouth. He forced my head back and forth so he was using my mouth to jerk off and he shot into my mouth and down my throat. I was choking and genuinely thought he would carry on until I choked out but when he had shot his load, he left me and went back up the steps. I heard him lock the door and then the light went out and it was pitch black.
I tried to tell myself that the cellar smelt quite clean so there wouldn’t be rats. They can’t get in through stone walls. I wasn’t exactly weeping but my eyes were wet and I was sniffing a bit which meant that I was sniffing in some of his fluid. I had cooled down a bit and my breathing was steadier. I had my raincoat and the back of my dress between me and the floor. The chain was only just long enough to reach down to the floor so my head was right up against the wall; I could move my arms up and down and I could bend my knees.
I tried yanking as hard as I could on the chain to see if I could pull it free of the wall but it was really solid.
Of course, my mind was racing; when I failed to arrive home I at first thought my parents would contact my friends but I was unsure if they had any contact details. They would ring the police and the police would contact the café. They could get details of the party from Luke’s credit card details (he had paid and we had all paid him). Would my taxi have been part of a company or can you have freelance cabbies? Was he a real cabbie or could he have just stuck a sign on his car somehow? And none of my friends had seen me get in the cab.
I must have slept at some point because I was awoken by the light coming on and then he was looking down at me. Neither of us spoke as he bent down and sliced the tape on my legs. I think the knife was a sort of butcher’s knife and it went through the layers of tape in one stroke. Then he took some keys from his pocket and unlocked my chain from the wall so it still trailed from my collar. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me across the floor clear of the wall.
I tried to reason with him, I said that, so far, he had not done anything really bad so this could still end well but he just ignored me and he undid himself. He was really erect and he got down on his knees beside me so that he could cut my dress and pants away with his knife leaving me exposed with a few stray strands of fabric hanging off me.
I begged him now (which probably made it worse) and he came down on top of me and wriggled so that I felt his thing between my legs. He didn’t do any sort of loosening me up, he just rammed in so I felt a really sharp pain and I screamed. He was making horrible animal grunting sounds interspersed with random bad language and his body was bouncing up and down violently. I felt him shoot his hot stuff inside me and I thought about being impregnated but I really accepted that I was not going to leave this cellar.
Eventually he sort of collapsed on top of me and I just lay there with his body stationary on top of me. I felt sticky between my legs and my whole groin area was hurting. He rolled off me and stood up and he used a scrap from my dress to wipe himself as he leaned against the wall then he spat at me a few times; some of it got my hair and some missed completely. Then he just went back up the stairs and the light went out.
I was feeling sick and it suddenly came up so I rolled onto my side and puked on the floor. I was hurting really badly and I was scared. My hands were still taped almost to the elbows and that heavy collar was around my neck with the chain hanging behind me but my legs were free and I was no longer chained to the wall. I found myself sobbing; I think all the fear, pain and hopelessness had just taken over. No one knew I was here and I didn’t see any way that anyone could find me.
I had no idea of time. I lay still for some time and then slid myself sideways to get away from my vomit and I curled up into a defensive ball. I know I was there long enough to get thirsty; my stomach was gurgling but I was not hungry. I started to get the idea that he would just leave me here to starve and I would be found years later.
After what felt like a very long time my rational mind came back to me and I tried to picture the layout of the cellar as I had seen it in the electric light. Perhaps if I could feel my way to the steps, I could try to force the door. The chain hanging from my collar was pretty sturdy so perhaps I could use that to somehow force the door?
I stood up which was painful and headed towards where I thought the stairs were. My hands were ahead of me like a sleepwalker. At first, I came to a blank wall and just had to guess; was I too far to the left or too far to the right? I guessed right and almost tripped over what I took to be the bottom step. My shoes had come off at some point so I was in my bare feet which was good as I could feel my way.
I couldn’t remember if the steps had any sort of safety rail and I didn’t want to fall to the floor so I went up the steps on hands and knees. I had tried to get the tape off my hands but, in the dark, I couldn’t see what I was doing and he had wrapped it round so many times that I couldn’t make any progress.
I was still on the stairs when the light came on and my heart pretty much stopped. I found that I was about three quarters of the way up and the door opened and there he was. He pulled the knife from his belt and called me a rude name then he came towards me and bent down to get at me. Bending forward on stairs is never a good idea and I ignored his hands and grabbed his left ankle with both my hands (still taped together). He instinctively reacted but he was already off balance and he fell backwards into empty space. There was a handrail but it was only on one side and he had gone off the other side.
I didn’t look down. I discovered that adrenalin really can supply a burst of strength and I legged it upstairs into the workshop and then to the door we had come in by. The door didn’t open at first but I found that all I had to do was to twist the latch and then I was out, pretty much naked, in the street. The adrenalin left me now and I sank to my knees screaming for help. Well, the police know the rest. They found him on the floor of the cellar with a broken neck and they decided that they wouldn’t charge me with anything.