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I was being tortured and if I tried to breathe he would just pull harder.

One, two, three waves hit up. I tried to breathe, he would just pull harder.

One, two, three waves hit us right in a row,

and the boat just disappeared.

He kept twisting and twisting the skin, like a twisted rubber band.

My feet were backwards.

And every time he told me to stop,

he would make me respond, yes, master.

Real people who faced death and lived to tell how.

This is I survived.

It's May 2003 in Newark, Delaware.

19-year-old Kristen has just finished her freshman year at the University of Delaware.

My friends in my dorm, everyone was getting ready to go out, just having a good time, and it was around 11 o'clock that we left the dorm.

It was only maybe an hour that I was out with them and I just decided that I didn't really want to be out anymore so I decided to walk home.

I called to my friend Klett who was still at the dorm at the time she still hadn't left and I asked her to meet me halfway because I didn't want to walk the whole way by myself.

Kristen arranged to meet her friend outside a convenience store.

I got there before she did, and so I decided to sit down on a curb that was in a fire lane.

It was a well-lit area and there's cars driving by, there's people walking down the

sidewalks. It was around midnight. This black sedan comes up and rolls down his window and says if I give you $100 will you put on these

handcuffs? He was in his mid-20s and had really, really, really long hair,

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