Cubaan utk kidnap gagal: hapdet: kete tak jumpe lagik

geenie

true story.cilok dr fb

As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.



To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.



It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian descent.



At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving us out of the carpark.



I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want."



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From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I'm alive today.



1. I managed to get into a position to escape.

When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.



2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.

I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now.



3. I was lucky and sneaky.

I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm so lucky they did not see or hear this!



4. I went 'crazy' at the right time.

And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life.



5. I acted in spite of the fear.

My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die.  I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye.



6. I remembered the people I love.

The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming." The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before I thought, "Shit. I need to get out of here."



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I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet.



I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd.



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Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.



We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday.



I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much worse.



I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God.

I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes.



Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.



Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them.



And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.



Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.

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syukur dia selamat. tp, aku berani bet, mesti dia trauma gile

geenie

peringatan utk perempuan yg selalu keluar sorg

atira

eleh.. baru sekali kene kidnap tak jadi... dah kecoh...
buat2 tak tau udah la....
attention seeker betul

aci tak ratib gini

RedDevils

Motip kena cerita BANGSA?

Tak nampak apa relevan nya

geenie

eleh.. baru sekali kene kidnap tak jadi... dah kecoh...
buat2 tak tau udah la....
attention seeker ...
atira Post at 29-5-2012 14:46

mengong tak aci, okeh

HarizAzhari

Berhati - hatilah dimana jua anda berada. Sama anda lelaki atau pun wanita.

baghal_bortuqal

kesiannya dia.. 5.22pm on sunday? godem.

geenie

kekdahnya, The Curve da tak selamat...

leylapple

Motip kena cerita BANGSA?

Tak nampak apa relevan nya
RedDevils Post at 29-5-2012 14:48

   adalah kaka red...tapi malas nak cakap..nanti org kata racist

iedora

peringatan utk perempuan yg selalu keluar sorg
geenie Post at 29-5-2012 14:43

    itu la, cari tadi xde, bila tekan post ada 2 lak -- hehe

Ryu-NurESQue

true story.cilok dr fb

[quote]Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them.

geenie Post at 29-5-2012 02:42 PM [/quote]

kenape kena jga/utamakan awek dulu yer??

NIXAR

zaman la ni x kire laki ke pompuan. boleh je jadi mangsa culik.

iedora

i think reason dia bg full description supaya orang kat luar berhati2. Dia pun ada cakap masa dia lari tu dia minta tolong kat malay guy juga, so rasanya tak perlu la nak bangkit issue racist kat sini.

carly_lah

scary nya.....

geenie

itu la, cari tadi xde, bila tekan post ada 2 lak -- hehe
iedora Post at 29-5-2012 14:51

    instinct sama. great minds think alike

geenie

geenie Post at 29-5-2012 02:42 PM

kenape kena jga/utamakan awek dulu yer??
Ryu-NurESQue Post at 29-5-2012 14:52 [/quote]

errr.. bleh tak kalau aku bg alasan, prempuan lebih senang utk dijadikan target? tak kesah la ko prempuan cun ka, tak cun ka, separa cun ka... prempuan kan insan yg lemah, kononnnyer

atira

geng2 plet J ni mmg.... bab bangsa je terus aummm aumm

ampun la.... red marah aku kang.....
jgn kensel macaron

Ryu-NurESQue

geng2 plet J ni mmg.... bab bangsa je terus aummm aumm

ampun la.... red marah aku kang.....
jgn  ...
atira Post at 29-5-2012 02:57 PM

    ore plet J x bangga ngan J nya dah..
depa lbey bgga gna plet W kot.. opsss..

baghal_bortuqal

dont overdo it tira. ini bebenang sorang ppuan yg hampir2 jadi mangsa rogol.

RedDevils

adalah kaka red...tapi malas nak cakap..nanti org kata racist
leylapple Post at 29-5-2012 14:50

Bila tiba part 'mentioned the RACE'...kaka Red dah mula syak tentang isi FB ini, motif nya