Kidnapped!
When I was in sixth grade I was kidnapped by a boy who lived on the next street up from mine.
I was walking home from school and he ordered me to go with him or he would beat me up.
Actually I cannot remember what he said, but at any rate being a submissive type I went with him.
When we got to his house he tied me up in a chair and made various threats.
Evidently he got tired of this and let me go, after making me promise not to tell where I had been, on threat of violence.
So I went home, and true to my word I never told anyone where I was, to this day.
Since I wouldn ot tell my father where I had been so late, he would not let me go to my friend
Mike's birthday party slumber party. But I keep my word, to a kidnapper....
Mike is now dead, my father is dead, and I hope the kidnapper is dead.
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