I was feeling really bad so I ended up going to bed at about 7pm last night. I have been sick for over a year now and have not been able to find out why. I have been to several doctors and had several test but they can not pinpoint the problem.
I went to sleep and then the next thing I knew I was getting out of a car and onto a motorcycle. I was in front and the driver had one hand around me and the other one on the gas. I opened one eye just enough to tell I was on a motorcycle. I though how nice Jeff got a motorcycle. I closed my eyes thinking this is nice. Jeff had his arm around me and we were going some where.
The next thing I hear a voice say, “Do you have to go the bathroom?” He was sitting me on a the concrete step next to the bathroom door. I opened my eyes and could tell we were at a service station and the guy on the bike was going to get gas. He then pulled the motorcycle in front of me setting it on the kit stand. He then went in the men’s room. When he came out he said to me again, “do you need to go pee?”. I looked at him, staring and thinking this is not Jeff. I though who is this, where am I? He said, “Hay, wake up. Do you need to pees? I replied, “No.” He then said, “Make sure. I will throw you of a mountain side if you pee all over my bike.” Looking around, wondering where am I. I thought about it and then replied, “No.”
He then put both hands on my shoulders, stood me up. Put his hands on my waist and set me on the bike. He got on but this time I was on the back. He put both my arms around his waist and tied them together in front of him. I think it was zip ties. I remember thinking god this really hurts. He said, “There you will not fall off.” He put his helmet on and started the bike.
It was dark and he took off from the service station down the road. I thought what is going on, this is not Jeff and where we going. The guy was some white guy. He looked like a cowboy I had seen on TicToc. I fell back asleep with my head against his back.
The next time I opened my eyes it was daylight. We were turning off a road to road leading to a house. Everything was flat with this double story house up ahead. I thought are we in Kansas?
He pulled the bike to a stop in front of the house. Turned it off. Put the kick stand down and took his helmet off. He then cut the ties on my hands. My hands hurt so bad and he noticed they were bleeding. The ties had some ruff edges and they had cut into my wrist. He held me with one hand so I would not fall off and got off the bike. He put his hands on my waist and took me off the bike. He helped me to the porch and sat down. My wrist hurt so bad and I was wrenching with pain when he touched my hands or lower arms. He sat on the porch with me and put his arm around me and was saying, “I am so sorry I didn’t know those ties were hurting you.” He seem really upset and genuinely sorry. I fell back asleep. He must have been drugging me because I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
The next time I was awaken with pain. I was on the a couch and he was wrapping my wrist. He had put something on them and now was wrapping them. I looking like some suicide person who tried to cut their wrist. The next thing I know he had me sitting on the toilet. He said, “Now I know you have to pee. You haven’t gone for hours.” And pee I did a lot. Then out of the bathroom into a very drab room with a twin bed. He sat me on the bed, took my shoes off, laid me down, covered me up and handcuffed my left hand to the bed. I went out like a light.