“NOVEMBER 30, 2028 - SEDWICK COUNTY NEWS

Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive.” Read the newspaper headline.

“According to authorities, a woman who had been missing since 2007 and presumed dead since 2008, was found and rescued off the side of the road; beaten, bloody and stabbed four times in the stomach.

This woman’s name is Wrenly Hope, and she has openly given her statement on the events that transpired throughout her being abducted by four men who are now dead.

According to Ms. Hope, she was abducted when she was 7 years old by a man name Ryan Herley (47 - current age). Herley had been a family friend for most of her life, and was one of the first people to be interviewed by police as witnesses said he was the last to see and speak to Ms. Hope. However all leads ran cold.

Ms. Hope stated, “He locked me in his basement, starving me for a week then feeding me every two days. After I turned 10 that’s when he began the true abuse.” According to Ms. Hope, Herley began to sexually assult and abuse her. Even sharing her with three of his closest friends:

Trevor Dotz, William Doll, and Quinton Smith. The quartet of men grew up together in Juleburg, Colorado.

By the time Ms. Hope was 12 she had been introduced to all kinds of drugs; hallucinogenics, and other stimulants.

“They said it was to make me more compliant.” Ms. Hope stated.

At the age of 13, Hope had fallen pregnant but the men beat her close to death and she miscarried. This happened many times throughout her being abducted; a total of 28 miscarriages according to Hope. Though traumatized she shared her experience dealing with these men.

“They didn’t see me as human. Only an object. A toy. They never failed to ensure that I didn’t forget it. There wasn’t one worse than the other. They were all cruel, monsterous. Beating me as they assulted me. Many times they nearly killed me; but because Smith had trained to be a doctor, he fixed me up. Only then was I able to sleep soundly.”

When we questioned her on how she escaped she quickly shut down. But after persuasion, and conformation from the police and her lawyer she shared the rest of the story with us. Viewer discretion is advised.

“I.. I convinced Dotz to untie me; he was the one who had the biggest soft spot for me when it came to me asking for things. He never did it without payment, though. So, when he began to force me… I bit it off. Something came over me and I began to beat him with every ounce of my strength. I didn’t stop until I knew he was dead. I then left the basement cell that they kept me in and went upstairs, I was thrown down the stairs by Doll before I could reach the top step. I tried to run but Doll was already on top of me. He began to assult me, saying he was going to punish me for hurting his friend. When I told him his friend was dead he stopped and went over to Dotz. I had grabbed a cinder block and hit Doll on the back of the head… I heard steps coming from upstairs so I hid. It was Herley. He found me, and began to beat me. I went unconscious and when I woke up I was back in the cell, tied up.

“Herley began to starve me again. Saying that if I was getting too much food, too much strength. Things got much worse than they were before. Every day, every hour, like clockwork. Beatings, assault, and starvation. I thought I was going to die.. until Herley made a mistake. He gave me a metal spoon… course most people say ‘you can’t hurt or kill someone with a spoon’, but they haven’t been in a life or death situation… in those times, anything can be a weapon. I gouged Herley’s eyes out. My goal was only to escape so when I began to run upstairs he grabbed me. He broke a few of my bones but when I was finally able to get out of his reach he couldn’t find me again. I grabbed a shovel and beat him to death with it.

“I left the basement and ate until I threw up. I began to leave through the back door, but seen Smith outside walking up to the house. I got scared and ran back inside and tried to get out through the front door but, he caught me before I could even get halfway to it. I fought him, hitting him with my head. He fell back towards the kitchen and he grabbed a knife. He stabbed me, four times. He thought I was dead, honestly so did I. I woke up and he was gone. I heard movement downstairs so I grabbed the knife he had dropped next to me. I stood behind the basement door waiting for him.”

When we asked her why she didn’t just run away, Hope said this; “he was the worst of them, he had assaulted, tortured and killed 7 other girls in other cities; told me himself. He needed to die. Otherwise he would have kept doing it… so I stabbed him over and over again until I couldn’t recognize his face.

“It was out of pure anger, but also for my own personal safety. If he survived, I know he would have hunted me down. But that was if I survived being stabbed. I had ran away, trying to find a road. But by the time I did I was so dizzy and tired. I passed out.”

Ms. Hope’s goal now is to heal and to remain in a mental health facility until she is no longer a threat to herself or to others.

“Killing a man, let alone four, takes a toll on you. It takes something away from you, inside. Like, a piece of your soul. Eye for an eye, right? Guess this goes for souls too. I’m a survivor, but in my eyes; I’m already dead.”

So don’t trust a survivor until you know what they went through to survive. But Ms. Hope is more than a survivor, she became a victor in the face of defeat.”

Wrenly finished reading the news article on her laptop; sighed and then went downstairs in her house. Herley was tied up, hanging by his wrists from the ceiling; bruised, beaten, and bloody. His eye missing; dry blood stained his face. She grabbed a fillet knife from off the stainless steel table in front of him.

“They all think you’re dead. I was lucky that they believed that bullshit story I fed them. Ate it up like starving dogs.” Wrenly chuckeled. “But after today, you’ll wish you were dead… the past two weeks were only child’s play. The coming weeks, will make you regret your decisions, and wish that I wasn’t a survivor.”

The Herley wriggled and breathed heavily in anger and fear. Wrenly smiled evilly as she places the knife against his chest; “let’s get to work, shall we?”