Hi, Crime Junkies. I'm your host Ashley Flowers, and I'm Brett, and the story I've got for you today is in many ways really familiar.

It's a story about missing women, marginalized victims, police and politicians who look the other way, and at the center of it all, a man.

A man whose violence against women grew out of the rejection he felt as a teenager. This is the story of the butcher baker of Alaska.

It's midnight on June 13, 1983, and a 17-year-old sex worker named Cindy Paulson is standing on a street corner in downtown Anchorage, Alaska, waiting for a date.

She isn't waiting long when a car pulls up. The man inside offers her $200 and Cindy agrees and climbs into the front seat.

The guy seems shy, he needs quiet, kind of unassuming, and they agree that they'll head to a nearby parking lot.

When they get there, he shuts off the engine and Cindy begins. The guy is kind of playing with her hair and jewelry around her neck, and then, based on Cindy's own account of her story on all the way to the city.

The man is now in the town of her story on author Leland Hale's blog. Out of nowhere, this guy yanks her head up from the back of her hair, and as she gets her bearings, she blinks and realizes she is face to face with the barrel of a gun.

The man tells her to keep quiet, and that if she listens to what he says, he's not going to hurt her.

Already in survival mode at this point, so she listens. The man drives her to a blue house not far away from where he parked, and then drags her inside and down a set of stairs into a dark basement.

The man sexually assaults Cindy before chaining her to a support beam while he sleeps on the couch for five hours.

While he sleeps, Cindy looks around, basically memorizing her surroundings. There's a wrap of clothing, a pool table, a foosball table, and there's a lot of hunting trophies, like literal heads of animals all over the walls, and there's a bare skin rug on the floor and a pile of wolf hides in the corner.

It's obvious that this guy likes to kill things, and he's not shy about it. Eventually, when he wakes up, he finally lets Cindy get dressed and use the washroom.

Now, she's obviously terrified, and frankly is starting to wonder if she'll ever even make it out of here alive, and her fear of being stuck with this man spikes when he says,

you know what, before I let you go, there's one more place I want to take you to. I want you to see my cabin just real quick, and then I'll bring you back and let you go.

According to Bernard Duke's book, Fair Game, the man tells Cindy that they can only get to his cabin by air, and he has a plane, but in the back of her mind, Cindy is thinking, if I get onto that plane, I'm never coming back.

So up until this point, Cindy has listened to every word this guy said, but this has already been the worst night of her life, and she knows it's not going to get better from here.

So when he's busy loading the plane, she makes a run for it, jumping out of the door and sprinting toward the highway.

The man hears her and he begins to chase, like he is right behind her so close that she can hear him closing in, but Cindy is quite literally running for her life at this point, and by some kind of miracle, she's able to flag down a passing truck.

Now, she is still handcuffed, half naked and barefoot in the gravel, and completely hysterical when she climbs into this truck and asks the driver to hurry up and get her to the Big Timber Motel.

Wait, a hotel, not the police station?

That's what the trucker said, too. He's like, you know, shouldn't we go to the police first, but she says, no, take me to Big Timber Motel. That's where my boyfriend is.

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