A company called “Liberation"

When he joined me for breakfast the next day he looked refreshed from his long sleep; which was just as well as he was going to need all his strength today!

I suggested we record the video and I took him to the basement. In the middle of the damp space was a chair bolted to the floor. I handed him an orange jumpsuit; ‘it’s what all kidnap victims wear in videos’, I said and he changed into it without comment.

I tied him to the chair with rope “for authenticity” and positioned an ipad on a stand behind him displaying the front page of that day’s London Times newspaper.

I then set up a video camera and told him to deliver the message we had agreed. As I expected his performance was not convincing at all. Even he agreed it wasn’t when I played it back.

‘What you need is some motivation’, I said and he looked confused, particularly when I slapped some duct tape over his mouth and left the room.

I went back up to the dungeon and selected a latex suit from the cupboard. After stripping off it took some getting into despite adding a generous amount of talc. Once I had zipped it up the back with the wetsuit style zip it was a very tight fit. I pulled the hood over my head and zipped that into place. There were holes over my eyes and tiny holes under each nostril and my mouth so it was going to get hot very quickly.

I went back to the dungeon and after remotely turning the tripod mounted camera and the three concealed cameras back to record I kicked the door open so hard that it slammed back against the wall. He looked shocked at the appearance of a person in a black head-to-toe catsuit; however the tape over his mouth meant he couldn’t say anything.

I walked over to the chair, careful to remain out of the way of the cameras and shouted; ‘if you want to get out of here alive you better appeal to your father to pay the ransom immediately. For every hour he delays you will suffer!’

He was not prepared for my latex covered fist to smack against his jaw. The chair was bolted to the floor so he stayed in position.

To increase the effect I ripped the tape from his mouth and swung my fist again, this time catching his nose and cheek. Blood ran down his face onto the jumpsuit. His cry of pain was real and very loud as was the look of terror on his face!

I took hold of the orange material and ripped it open to his crotch exposing his naked torso all the way down to his genitals. I grasped his cock and shouted; ‘shall I cut this off and FedEx it to your father?’ He shook his head and pleaded to be left alone.

I walked behind him and stared at the camera on the tripod as I swiftly clamped one hand over his mouth and grasped his throat with the other; ‘it would be easy to end this now’, I shouted and then added; ‘to stop this all you have to do is make the appeal to your father.’

He nodded violently and I removed my hand, noting with some satisfaction that he had wet himself!

He looked at the camera and made the appeal we had agreed, and this time even I believed he meant it!

‘You see you just needed to be “in the zone”!’ I said pulling the helmet off. ‘Did you have to hit me so hard?’ he asked. ‘Well it needed to look authentic otherwise your father is not going to believe that you are in danger’, I replied.

I walked out of the dungeon and he called after me to untie him but I replied; ‘I’ll be back in a minute, don’t go anywhere!’

It took a while to remove the suit and then I showered to cool myself down before returning and untying him.

Whilst he showered I sent the video to my team. They would edit it and send it on to his father in due course using an untraceable phone. They already had the ransom demand which was for far more money than Pete would have asked for. They would send that later but Pete didn’t need to know that.