The Misconception of Innocence
Just graduated from college, smart, clever, and
pretty, she was a typical northern girl. Trying to make something of her life by agreeing to take a job in Mexico City, she flew in for her interview. She had read a little bit about Mexico City; she knew that crime was high and bribery was very common. As she started to realize where she was and what was possible in this third world country, she caught herself starting to drift into a world of imagination and high aspirations, and finally decided to collect her thoughts and re-enter reality.
She walked into a small coffee shop in the airport. Dressed like an American, toting her bag, and gathering her thoughts, she entered the line. As she waited, the fellow in front of her, who was dressed in a suit and appeared to be a businessman, asked, "First time in the city?"
"Umm, yeah. Why do you ask?" She said, smiling. She knew the power her smile possessed.
"Well, you seem lost, and everyone knows to take the tags off their luggage in the number one kidnap capital of the world."
"Oh, well thank you." She said worriedly.
"Well, not to seem rude" He replied as he opened his blazer, and pulled out his wallet. "Here is my business card, call me if you find yourself in any trouble, or want a good night on the town."
"Thank you, I'll keep you in mind." She said. As the man walked out, he turned around, and told her: "Be careful who you talk to, and whom you trust in this city, it's one of the most dangerous in the world." And he was off, disappearing into the schools of people trafficking through the airport.
As she was a little bewildered by the eerie conversation, she decided to take his advice, cut the tags on her bag, and later took a taxi and headed to a nearby hotel. Not having an interview until the following morning, she decided it was late, and it wouldn't be a good idea to go out alone when she knew no one. She called the front desk to get a wake-up call for 7, and went to sleep.
She awoke lying on her back. When she tried to roll over, she realized groggily that her arms were being restrained. Her first reaction was to panic: she started trying to kick herself loose but accomplished nothing further than telling her that her legs were also being held b heavy chains. Her attempts to cry for help were muffled by a gag in her mouth.
Then the real terror overhauled her: she couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't understand why. She tried to force them open to no avail, when suddenly she squeezed her eyes tightly together and felt a bumpy substance. With a sickening feeling in her stomach, she realized what had happened: her eyes where glued shut! She didn't know what to do; she was alone and frightened and couldn't even see.
She lay there for hours, struggling, crying, and trying to break free. Every time she would battle the chains that held her down she felt her skin slightly ripping. Sometimes she felt the blood run down her arm onto her chest. It would go in cycles; at times she would seem to be fighting for her life, while at others wishing she was dead.
As time went by, she felt as though days had passed. She became so enthralled by her delirium fighting the chains, or allowing in self-pity, that she dozed in and out of consciousness. She wondered what she had done to deserve this. Perhaps it was just a bad dream she would wake from. She started wondering if people would wonder where she was, or if she was even still alive. She even went to the extent of thinking that this was hell: She was dead, and this was hell. However, all those thoughts where liberated when she
heard a door open.
She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or scared; she started trying to yell. This had no effect at all on anyone in the room. She kept insisting on
trying to get the attention of the person she heard, but as she was gasping for air, she heard what appeared to be a belt unbuckle. As she laid in dismay she suddenly had her fears reestablished as she heard a zipper unzip.
The next thing she knew a man was climbing on top of her. She struggled to fight the pain and the man overpowered her. She was moving from right to left, back and forth, just trying to stop the pain. Trying to wish it was all gone and that she could just be back home, in her dorm with her friends talking about their drunken encounters the night before. As the man proceeded on taking advantage of her, she did the unthinkable: she made herself try to believe that this wasn't her body, that it was her friends, that all this was just a story she heard somewhere and was just for some psychotic reason replaying it in her head. The pain got so excruciating that she lost consciousness.
Hours later she woke up limply thrown across the bed. To her relief, she realized she wasn't chained down anymore. She still couldn't open her eyes, and moved her hands over them to feel what was wrong. She shrieked in horror solidifying her earlier belief that they where in fact doused in glue. As she got out of the bed, she ripped the tape of her mouth. The pain she felt was so miniscule in comparison to what she had been enduring she almost didn't feel it.
As she staggered around the room, trying to find windows or a door she could open, she stumbled across a doorknob. She went through the door, and staggered around, bumping into sofas and couches. Then she bumped into her luggage, or so she thought.
She realized there were more bags than just hers; there must have also been other victims, and hers was just another "tag less" bag. She began to panic even more, furiously stumbling around the house just trying to find a way out. She made it to another door this time, but there was a lock on this one, one that required a key. Giving up hope in prying the door open, she started to walk like a zombie through the room, with her hands out in front.
To her surprise she bumped into a table, she felt around, felt her wallet, and a phone! She was so anxious, she picked up the phone, and after a couple tries dialed 911. She got an operators voice recording, saying something in Spanish resembling "please hang up and try your call again." She was in shear terror now. Realizing 911 wasn't going to work, she dialed 0.
A lady picked up, and in Spanish said, "Operator how can I help you?"
"Help me please, I have been kidnapped."
The operator replied in Spanish "I'm sorry I don't understand English" and hung up.
She hung up and dialed for the operator again, this time before the operator could say anything she said in panic in broken Spanish "Help! I have been kidnapped!" The operator quickly transferred her without saying anything to the police.
"Policia" She heard a masculine voice say over phone.
In a panic and franticly trying to get out her story she screams in broken Spanish "Help me, I have been kidnapped and my eyes are glued shut!" The police dispatcher replied in Spanish: "we get enough prank calls here; I have a machine here that tells me where you are and you think this is funny?" Abruptly, she heard a click; the man had hung up.
As she slammed the phone back on the base she heard
someone coming into the door. Panic struck, she stumbled around and grabbed her purse, knowing her last hope for help was the man she met at the airport. She heard the key slip into the door to unlock it; she pulled out the card he gave her. Started to feel the engraving of the numbers on the card, and began to dial them.
The door was now unlocked and she heard some one walk in. She heard a voice say, "What the hell you think your doing?!" as she dialed the last number. Within a couple seconds she began to hear a phone ring coming from the direction of the door. As the man looked at his cell phone, he laughed, and said, "I told you to watch out whom you trust in this city, it's one of the most dangerous."
pretty, she was a typical northern girl. Trying to make something of her life by agreeing to take a job in Mexico City, she flew in for her interview. She had read a little bit about Mexico City; she knew that crime was high and bribery was very common. As she started to realize where she was and what was possible in this third world country, she caught herself starting to drift into a world of imagination and high aspirations, and finally decided to collect her thoughts and re-enter reality.
She walked into a small coffee shop in the airport. Dressed like an American, toting her bag, and gathering her thoughts, she entered the line. As she waited, the fellow in front of her, who was dressed in a suit and appeared to be a businessman, asked, "First time in the city?"
"Umm, yeah. Why do you ask?" She said, smiling. She knew the power her smile possessed.
"Well, you seem lost, and everyone knows to take the tags off their luggage in the number one kidnap capital of the world."
"Oh, well thank you." She said worriedly.
"Well, not to seem rude" He replied as he opened his blazer, and pulled out his wallet. "Here is my business card, call me if you find yourself in any trouble, or want a good night on the town."
"Thank you, I'll keep you in mind." She said. As the man walked out, he turned around, and told her: "Be careful who you talk to, and whom you trust in this city, it's one of the most dangerous in the world." And he was off, disappearing into the schools of people trafficking through the airport.
As she was a little bewildered by the eerie conversation, she decided to take his advice, cut the tags on her bag, and later took a taxi and headed to a nearby hotel. Not having an interview until the following morning, she decided it was late, and it wouldn't be a good idea to go out alone when she knew no one. She called the front desk to get a wake-up call for 7, and went to sleep.
She awoke lying on her back. When she tried to roll over, she realized groggily that her arms were being restrained. Her first reaction was to panic: she started trying to kick herself loose but accomplished nothing further than telling her that her legs were also being held b heavy chains. Her attempts to cry for help were muffled by a gag in her mouth.
Then the real terror overhauled her: she couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't understand why. She tried to force them open to no avail, when suddenly she squeezed her eyes tightly together and felt a bumpy substance. With a sickening feeling in her stomach, she realized what had happened: her eyes where glued shut! She didn't know what to do; she was alone and frightened and couldn't even see.
She lay there for hours, struggling, crying, and trying to break free. Every time she would battle the chains that held her down she felt her skin slightly ripping. Sometimes she felt the blood run down her arm onto her chest. It would go in cycles; at times she would seem to be fighting for her life, while at others wishing she was dead.
As time went by, she felt as though days had passed. She became so enthralled by her delirium fighting the chains, or allowing in self-pity, that she dozed in and out of consciousness. She wondered what she had done to deserve this. Perhaps it was just a bad dream she would wake from. She started wondering if people would wonder where she was, or if she was even still alive. She even went to the extent of thinking that this was hell: She was dead, and this was hell. However, all those thoughts where liberated when she
heard a door open.
She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or scared; she started trying to yell. This had no effect at all on anyone in the room. She kept insisting on
trying to get the attention of the person she heard, but as she was gasping for air, she heard what appeared to be a belt unbuckle. As she laid in dismay she suddenly had her fears reestablished as she heard a zipper unzip.
The next thing she knew a man was climbing on top of her. She struggled to fight the pain and the man overpowered her. She was moving from right to left, back and forth, just trying to stop the pain. Trying to wish it was all gone and that she could just be back home, in her dorm with her friends talking about their drunken encounters the night before. As the man proceeded on taking advantage of her, she did the unthinkable: she made herself try to believe that this wasn't her body, that it was her friends, that all this was just a story she heard somewhere and was just for some psychotic reason replaying it in her head. The pain got so excruciating that she lost consciousness.
Hours later she woke up limply thrown across the bed. To her relief, she realized she wasn't chained down anymore. She still couldn't open her eyes, and moved her hands over them to feel what was wrong. She shrieked in horror solidifying her earlier belief that they where in fact doused in glue. As she got out of the bed, she ripped the tape of her mouth. The pain she felt was so miniscule in comparison to what she had been enduring she almost didn't feel it.
As she staggered around the room, trying to find windows or a door she could open, she stumbled across a doorknob. She went through the door, and staggered around, bumping into sofas and couches. Then she bumped into her luggage, or so she thought.
She realized there were more bags than just hers; there must have also been other victims, and hers was just another "tag less" bag. She began to panic even more, furiously stumbling around the house just trying to find a way out. She made it to another door this time, but there was a lock on this one, one that required a key. Giving up hope in prying the door open, she started to walk like a zombie through the room, with her hands out in front.
To her surprise she bumped into a table, she felt around, felt her wallet, and a phone! She was so anxious, she picked up the phone, and after a couple tries dialed 911. She got an operators voice recording, saying something in Spanish resembling "please hang up and try your call again." She was in shear terror now. Realizing 911 wasn't going to work, she dialed 0.
A lady picked up, and in Spanish said, "Operator how can I help you?"
"Help me please, I have been kidnapped."
The operator replied in Spanish "I'm sorry I don't understand English" and hung up.
She hung up and dialed for the operator again, this time before the operator could say anything she said in panic in broken Spanish "Help! I have been kidnapped!" The operator quickly transferred her without saying anything to the police.
"Policia" She heard a masculine voice say over phone.
In a panic and franticly trying to get out her story she screams in broken Spanish "Help me, I have been kidnapped and my eyes are glued shut!" The police dispatcher replied in Spanish: "we get enough prank calls here; I have a machine here that tells me where you are and you think this is funny?" Abruptly, she heard a click; the man had hung up.
As she slammed the phone back on the base she heard
someone coming into the door. Panic struck, she stumbled around and grabbed her purse, knowing her last hope for help was the man she met at the airport. She heard the key slip into the door to unlock it; she pulled out the card he gave her. Started to feel the engraving of the numbers on the card, and began to dial them.
The door was now unlocked and she heard some one walk in. She heard a voice say, "What the hell you think your doing?!" as she dialed the last number. Within a couple seconds she began to hear a phone ring coming from the direction of the door. As the man looked at his cell phone, he laughed, and said, "I told you to watch out whom you trust in this city, it's one of the most dangerous."