My name was Susie and I was five years old when I was out playing in the yard with my friends when a man approached me. He told me my daddy got hurt and he needed to take me to him. I was so scared for my daddy that I went with him right away. I am now 20 years old and still held captive by the man. Every time I’m close to escaping he incapacitates me with some type of drug. He says he wishes I was a good girl so that it would be easier to solidify our relationship. He wants me to call him daddy or sir and demonstrates what will happen when I’m a good girl versus when I’m a bad girl. I don’t like what happens when I’m bad so I try to be good but what happens when I’m good isn’t always better. He calls be baby doll and I call him daddy to please him. I act like I don’t remember who I was but soon I’ll get out and the bad man will pay.