Its been almost two months since I was taken, without my permission, to a place unfamiliar to me. I don’t know why I was chosen for this roller coaster ride through hell. I wasn’t bothering anyone. I didn’t ask to be taken. Now I am kept against my will.

Doesn’t anyone know I am here? Don’t any neighbours wonder who I am?  Are they so involved in their own lives they don’t notice when I am periodically outside for a short breath of fresh air. Can’t anyone see me?

PLEASE  GOD HELP ME ESCAPE

It wasn’t so bad when I first arrived. My captor whom, for legal reasons, shall be referred to only Madame B seemed normal and average but it was an act. Days into this nighmare proved that over and over.  Madame B was a nice enough looking lady so at first I wasn’t suspicious. After she brought me to this place surrounded with fences, gates and covered windows, she refused to let me go despite all my pleas and attempts to leave. She seldom left me alone. I realized immediately I was not the only captive. There were others in this place being held against their will. At first I hoped together we may be able to join forces and overtake our kidnappers. To my dismay the other captives appeared to have been brain washed. l believe they have been subjected to mind altering drugs.  All they seemed interested in was eating and sleeping. It’s obvious they have given up trying to escape. Their spirit and will had been crushed. It was likely Madame B beat them into submission. That must be the reason they are so complacent. To others they may  look tranquil but I know the truth.

PLEASE GOD HELP ME ESCAPE

I almost got away once.  I waited until Madame B had gone out. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest.  I knew she wouldn’t leave me for long and I needed to hurry. Out the door I ran as quickly as I could, across the lawn. I couldn’t believe my luck. Thank you God. I was free. I could only pray to evade the fence which looked impossible as it loomed in front of me. It was the only thing remaining between me and freedom and with as much determination as I could get together,  I managed to conquer it by finding a small space

I could crawl under.

Which way should I go?  After hesitating for only a minute, not wanting to give Madame B an opportunity to discover my escape, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. Why didn’t God give me longer legs. Never mind I wouldn’t think about that. There were more important issues to overcome right now.  Down an alley, through the streets I ran as fast as I could. Where was everyone? I couldn’t see anyone who looked familiar. I  was starting to panic but finally, finally I saw someone coming toward me. 

He approached slowly and I was sure he would be the one to save me  He was wearing a uniform. Something I vaguely remember rattled around in the back of my memory. Something about uniforms .......I tried to make my brain remember. My mind was racing and I couldn't think straight.  I knew I must take this chance before the Madame B discovers I am gone. Throwing caution to the wind I immediately ran towards this persons open arms overcome with relief that at last I was being saved.  He gently led me to his vehicle.

Oh, the relief of it all.  Finally I was free.

Before long it was obvious my joy was premature. To my absolute horror he drove back in the direction I had come from. No, no this can’t be happening. It just can’t. He didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him over and over I was being held against my will. He just smiled and kept driving back.....back........back again into the depths of despair where my captor would now be waiting to hold me prisoner once again.

Few know these crimes take place right here in Canada. It is obvious there is a conspiracy in this part of the planet and I made it my goal in life to escape and let the world know about this horror. It must be exposed.  The goal is to keep those of us too small or young to fight the system. A system which prevents some from living a life of their own choice and not the choice of a stranger. 

A life of freedom. A life which allows you to do what you want when you want to.

A life filled with open spaces with no barricades or fences.

NOW I REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS ABOUT UNIFORMS - Don’t trust anyone who is wearing a uniform even if they aren’t carrying a bag of mail.

They didn't defeat me. I will keep trying.

I don’t care how long it takes I will be free.

I WILL BE FREE

and then everyone will know about this horrible place and the horrible people who try to hold us against our will.

PLEASE  GOD HELP ME ESCAPE

THE CAPTIVE

We have all heard about the raids which took place in the United States on the polygamist compound where numerous children were being kept.  We are hearing news stories in increasing numbers of victims who have been kidnapped and held against their will.  Little do people realize there is another faction of captives in our very own country, which few have known about until now 

This story is a true account of an occurence which took place during the months of  April and May of this year in a little place known as Thornhill, Ontario

You will not believe this heartwrenching story as seen through the eyes of a captive who lived to tell us about it

"I prayed it was a nightmare but I couldn't wake up"

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                                                   April, 2011

After a gruelling search,  local investigators located the compound where the captive was being held. They have give us exclusive permission to publish a picture which they believe to be the captive inside her prison

View the terror this poor innocent faced at the hands of her captor

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© 2011 L. Perrier

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