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Kidnapping: Blackmail or Brainwashing? – Page 9

“Yes.”

“My dear, would you come here.”

“Yes, sir.” She went to him.

“Take those handcuffs off that man,” he said, pointing to me. She did. “Now, Adam, I will show you, the damage is already done. If you would be so kind as to come over here.” I did, hesitantly. “Okay, dear, kiss that man.” She kissed me, very passionately. “Now strike him!” She slapped me across the face. “See, she has no feelings for you.”

“We’ll see about that. Tracy, come here.” She did not.

“And now, I’m tired of this game. Guard!” In came another girl, dressed like the others. “You two take him over to the prison on the other side of the island.”

“Yes, sir,” they both stated. I was escorted out of the room and the building.

A half an hour later, I was in their prison, behind bars. Girl sentries were everywhere. I appeared to be the only one captive. The food wasn’t too bad, but the company was terrible. “Hello?” I ventured to say that afternoon. “Don’t any of you talk?”

“Of course we talk.” One said.

“Then can you please tell me where Tracy is?”

“No, my master would not allow it.”

“Could I please leave this cell?”

“No, you’re better off here. The jungle is full of wild animals.”

“But don’t you want to leave this place?”

“No. . .Yes. . .I couldn’t.” She said.

“Why not?”

“The master would kill me.”

“Come with me, I’ll set you free. What’s your name?”

“Stacey.”

“Stacey. That’s the name of Tracy’s next door neighbor. But shouldn’t you be brainwashed?”

“It hasn’t completely got me, yet. I’m scheduled for my last treatment tomorrow.”

“And then?”

“Then I go home.”

“Home?”

“Yes, wherever that is. Shh, here comes the other guard. Meet me tonight, after dinner.” That was the last I saw of here. At dinner, I was taken and dressed. Being the only male there, they treated me like a king. I ate, and then went again to talk to Stacey. She handed me the phone from my bag.

“Stacey, what are you being programmed to do?”

“Umm, I don’t really know. All I know is that I’m supposed to find my husband.”

“Your husband, but you’re not married.”

“You’re kidding. Aren’t I married to,” and she told me a name.

“No. I’ve got it, you and all the others are programmed to put these wealthy people’s money into the B&O, and this sir becomes a millionaire! Stacey, you have to help me get out of here.”