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Her Parents' Dark Game: 3 True Horror Stories of Torture · True Horror Stories

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  Speaker 1: I didn't think much when Shane invited me over that night.
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  Speaker 1: It was supposed to be a regular sleepover, a chance
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  Speaker 1: to escape homework and siblings. Her family was welcoming as always.
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  Speaker 1: Her mom cooked dinner, her dad joked about school, and
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  Speaker 1: her sisters teased us about boys. The house felt warm
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  Speaker 1: and alive, but Shane seemed off. She kept glancing at
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  Speaker 1: her phone during dinner, her fingers trembling slightly. Sean's coming,
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  Speaker 1: She finally whispered after we went upstairs.
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  Speaker 2: Her words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. I'd
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  Speaker 2: met her brother once or twice, and something about him
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  Speaker 2: always felt wrong. His presence was suffocating, like he brought
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  Speaker 2: his storm cloud with him.
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  Speaker 3: Why, I asked, she wants money? Dad's going to say no.
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  Speaker 2: She didn't have to say the rest.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't push her, but I remembered the rumors about him.
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  Speaker 2: People in town said. Sean wasn't right.
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  Speaker 1: He had a temper, a way of looking at you,
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  Speaker 1: like he was planning something you wouldn't like. It was
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  Speaker 1: after midnight when his car pulled into the driveway. Shane's
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  Speaker 1: body tensed.
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  Speaker 3: Why is he here so late? I asked, He wants money?
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  Speaker 3: He always does it's never enough.
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  Speaker 2: We heard the front door slam, then Shawn's voice loud,
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  Speaker 2: angry and unsettling. I told you I need it, he yelled.
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  Speaker 1: Michael's voice replied, calm but firm, Not this time, Sean.
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  Speaker 1: You think you could cut me off? Sean roared, I'm
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  Speaker 1: part of this family. Shane stood up, her hands shaking.
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  Speaker 3: I need to see what's happening, don't.
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  Speaker 1: I whispered, grabbing her arm, but she pulled away from
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  Speaker 1: the hallway. I peeked down and saw her at the
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  Speaker 1: top of the stairs. Her parents stood below, blocking Sean's path.
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  Speaker 1: The rifle looked heared abruptly, too quickly to process. The
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  Speaker 1: first shot echoed through the house, and Michael crumpled, blood
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  Speaker 1: pooling around him.
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  Speaker 3: Mike.
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  Speaker 2: Sandra screamed, rushing to him.
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  Speaker 3: Pleeze Sewn Jones.
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  Speaker 2: She begged, her voice breaking.
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  Speaker 1: The second shot hit her in the chest, throwing her
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  Speaker 1: back against the stairs.
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  Speaker 2: She tumbled, her body landing awkwardly at the bottom. Mom
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  Speaker 2: Shane screamed.
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  Speaker 1: Sean's head snapped up, his face twisted with rage. Run
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  Speaker 1: I hissed, backing into her room and diving under the bed.
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  Speaker 2: Heavy boots stomped up the stairs.
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  Speaker 1: Where are you, Shane, Sean called out, his voice sings song.
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  Speaker 1: I pressed myself against the wall, and my breath caught
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  Speaker 1: in my throat. Through the gap under the bed, I
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  Speaker 1: could see his boots, blood dripping from the soles, pacing
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  Speaker 1: the hallway. You think you're better than me, he growled.
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  Speaker 1: I'm the one who should be in charge me. A
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  Speaker 1: scream irrupted from downstairs.
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  Speaker 2: Sheena, stay away, she shrieked.
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  Speaker 1: Her voice was cut short by another gunshot. The footsteps returned.
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  Speaker 1: The door to Shane's room creaked open. His boots stepped inside,
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  Speaker 1: leaving crimson stains on the carpet.
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  Speaker 2: Where's my little sis shing? He called out. I peeked
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  Speaker 2: through the crack and saw her.
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  Speaker 1: She was in the corner, crouched in the closet, the
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  Speaker 1: glow of her phone lighting her face. Help us, she
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  Speaker 1: sobbed into the phone. The closet door flew open. What
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  Speaker 1: the hell do you think you're doing, Sean barked, grabbing
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  Speaker 1: the phone and slamming it right beside her.
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  Speaker 2: Face, calling the cops.
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  Speaker 1: Eh, he sneered, Stop, please, you don't have to do this,
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  Speaker 1: Shane begged, tears streaming down her face. Is that so
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  Speaker 1: his voice dropped to a chilling whisper. Don't tell me
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  Speaker 1: what to do. He grabbed her by the hair, dragging
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  Speaker 1: her out of the closet. Shane clawed at his hand,
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  Speaker 1: kicking and screaming.
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  Speaker 3: Yes, son, I'm your sister, We're your family.
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  Speaker 1: He froze, tilting his head. Then he laughed, a low,
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  Speaker 1: guttural sound that sent chills through me.
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  Speaker 2: Family. He spat, raising his bloody boot, then taste the
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  Speaker 2: blood of the family.
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  Speaker 1: He stumped his boot into her face, forcing her head back.
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  Speaker 1: Shane gagged, choking, his blood spilled from her mouth.
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  Speaker 2: Shut up, he.
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  Speaker 1: Roared, his voice echoing off the walls. He pressed harder,
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  Speaker 1: slamming her head into the floor, her cries muffled by
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  Speaker 1: the weight of his boot. I clenched my fists, tears
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  Speaker 1: streaming down my face, trying to muffle my own sobs. Finally,
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  Speaker 1: he stepped back and raised the rifle, aiming at her head.
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  Speaker 2: She screamed.
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  Speaker 1: The shot rang out and blood splattered across the wall.
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  Speaker 1: Shane's body slumped lifelessly to the floor, her.
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  Speaker 2: Head at an unnatural angle.
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  Speaker 1: Sean crouched over her, tilting his head as if admiring
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  Speaker 1: his artwork.
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  Speaker 2: Stayed quiet.
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  Speaker 1: I stayed frozen, unable to move. The bloodied floor etched
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  Speaker 1: into my mind. When the paramedics pulled me out from
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  Speaker 1: under the bed hours later, I couldn't speak. I couldn't
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  Speaker 1: even cry. I told no one who I was. The
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  Speaker 1: evidence was enough to convict him. But every night I
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  Speaker 1: see her face, hear her voice, and feel the weight
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  Speaker 1: of my terror. And I'll never stop hearing Sean's laughter,
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  Speaker 1: cold and endless. The Sean Bentler murder case occurred in
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  Speaker 1: two thousand and six in Bonaparte, Iowa, when twenty two
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  Speaker 1: year old Sean Bentler killed his parents, Michael and Sandra,
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  Speaker 1: and his three younger sisters aged seventeen, fourteen, and twelve.
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  Speaker 1: Bentler shot his family with a rifle in an attempt
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  Speaker 1: to inherit the family's wealth and take control of their
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  Speaker 1: successful grain business.
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  Speaker 2: The crime was uncovered when one of.
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  Speaker 1: The sisters called nine to one one during the attack,
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  Speaker 1: identifying Sean as the killer. He was arrested shortly after
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  Speaker 1: and convicted of five counts of first degree murder. Bentler
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  Speaker 1: was sentenced to life in prison without parole, leaving a
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  Speaker 1: community devastated.
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  Speaker 2: I woke up to the rotten smell.
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  Speaker 1: That smell had clung to everything, my skin, my clothes,
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  Speaker 1: even my hair. It was like the house was alive,
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  Speaker 1: breathing misery into every corner.
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  Speaker 2: My stomach growled, but I knew better than to ask
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  Speaker 2: for food. Asking meant punishment. I sat up in bed,
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  Speaker 2: or what you'd call a bed.
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  Speaker 1: It was more like a filthy mattress, with springs poking
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  Speaker 1: through around me. My brothers and sisters were motionless, some
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  Speaker 1: still chained to their bed frames. Mom stormed into the room,
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  Speaker 1: cigarette in hand. Get up, She snapped, her voice like
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  Speaker 1: a slap. She walked over and grabbed me by the arm.
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  Speaker 1: Her nails dug into my skin as she dragged me
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  Speaker 1: to the bathroom. Look at you, she spat, shoving me
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  Speaker 1: toward the mirror. My reflection stared back, hollow chinks, sunken eyes, bruises,
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  Speaker 1: painting my body like some sick artwork.
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  Speaker 3: You think you're better than me, She.
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  Speaker 2: Grinned a cruel twist of her lips. Let's fix that.
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  Speaker 1: The cigarette burned as she pressed it into my shoulder.
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  Speaker 1: I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood. Crying
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  Speaker 1: out only made her angrier.
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  Speaker 2: You're nothing shortan, she.
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  Speaker 1: Whispered before walking out, leaving me trembling in the cold bathroom.
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  Speaker 1: I stepped into the shower, letting the icy water hit
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  Speaker 1: my skin.
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  Speaker 2: The cigarette burned, stung, but the water helped numb it.
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  Speaker 1: I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath.
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  Speaker 1: One day, I'll get out of here one day. Then
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  Speaker 1: I heard it, a low chuckle. My eyes shot open,
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  Speaker 1: and I turned to see him, Dad leaning in the doorway,
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  Speaker 1: his eyes, dark, lips twisted in a grin that made
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  Speaker 1: my stomach churn. You're growing up, he said, voice dripping
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  Speaker 1: with something that bade my skin crawl. Get out, I screamed,
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  Speaker 1: my voice echoing off the bathroom walls.
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  Speaker 2: It didn't move. That grin just grew whiter.
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  Speaker 1: I grabbed the door and slammed it shut, hearing the
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  Speaker 1: sickening crunch of his nose breaking on the other side.
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  Speaker 1: His screams followed, then a string of curses. My heart raced.
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  Speaker 1: I'd done it now. Footsteps thundered down the hall.
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  Speaker 2: Mom.
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  Speaker 1: The door burst open, splinters flying everywhere. They dragged me
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  Speaker 1: out by my hair, their hands rough and unrelenting. My
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  Speaker 1: screams didn't matter nothing.
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  Speaker 2: Did you think you're smart? Mom?
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  Speaker 1: Snarled, slapping me so hard my ears rang. Dad laughed,
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  Speaker 1: holding a cloth to his bleeding nose.
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  Speaker 2: Together they beat me until I couldn't move.
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  Speaker 1: Then they threw me into the attic, slamming the door
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  Speaker 1: shut behind them.
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  Speaker 2: The attic was worse than usual that night.
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  Speaker 1: The stench of urine made it impossible to breathe deeply.
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  Speaker 1: The darkness was an empty It was alive, filled with
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  Speaker 1: my siblings's muffled cries and the sound of my own
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  Speaker 1: labored breathing.
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  Speaker 2: Hours passed. I didn't sleep.
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  Speaker 1: I can't live like this anymore, I thought, staring at
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  Speaker 1: the bobby pin I'd hidden in my sleeve days ago.
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  Speaker 1: The lock on the attic door wasn't impossible to pick.
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  Speaker 1: I'd watched Dad enough times to know. I crawled down
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  Speaker 1: the stairs, every creak of the old wood echoing in
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  Speaker 1: the silent house. The living was a maze of filth,
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  Speaker 1: old plates with maggots, piles of unwashed clothes, and the
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  Speaker 1: faint hum of Dad's seapap machine in the next room.
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  Speaker 1: I reached my thirteen year old sister's room. Her eyes
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  Speaker 1: widened as I shook her awake. We're leaving, I whispered.
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  Speaker 1: She nodded, her face pale but determined. Together, we crept
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  Speaker 1: to the front door, avoiding the spots on the floor
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  Speaker 1: we knew would squeak. When we reached the porch, she froze.
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  Speaker 1: I can't, she whispered, tears streaming down her face. If
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  Speaker 1: they catch me, her voice cracked.
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  Speaker 2: You go, you have to go, no.
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  Speaker 1: I begged, grabbing her arm, but she pulled away, stepping
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  Speaker 1: back into the darkness of the house.
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  Speaker 2: I turned and ran.
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  Speaker 1: The street was silent, the world outside feeling like a dream.
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  Speaker 2: My bare feet slapped.
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  Speaker 1: Against the pavement as I raced down the street, adrenaline numbing,
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  Speaker 1: the sharp stones cutting into my skin. Every shadow felt
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  Speaker 1: like a monster, every gust of wind a whisper telling
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  Speaker 1: me to turn back. When I saw the flashing red
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  Speaker 1: and blue lights of the police car, I collapsed to
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  Speaker 1: my knees, sobbing. A cop stepped out, his face a
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  Speaker 1: mix of confusion and concern.
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  Speaker 2: Whees helpless. The next hour was chaos.
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  Speaker 1: Half an hour later, sirens blared outside the house. I
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  Speaker 1: stood at the edge of the street, watching as the
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  Speaker 1: cops stormed in.
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  Speaker 2: The Screams of my parents pierced the air. What are
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  Speaker 2: you doing? You can't do this.
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  Speaker 1: As I watched my parents being dragged away in handcuffs,
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  Speaker 1: a strange calm settled over me. The Turpin House of
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  Speaker 1: Horror's case came to light in twenty eighteen when seventeen
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  Speaker 1: year old Jordan Turpin escaped her Paris, California home and
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  Speaker 1: called nine to one one, exposing years of abuse by
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  Speaker 1: her parents, David and Louise Turpin. Authorities discovered thirteen siblings,
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  Speaker 1: aged two to twenty nine, malnourished and living in squalor,
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  Speaker 1: some shackled to their beds. The children endured severe neglect, starvation,
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  Speaker 1: and isolation, Deprived of education and medical care. The parents
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  Speaker 1: were arrested in later sentenced to life in prison for torture,
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  Speaker 1: false imprisonment, and child abuse. The case shocked the world,
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  Speaker 1: highlighting failures in oversight and the resilience of the children
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  Speaker 1: who survived. The Summer of two thousand and two was
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  Speaker 1: a time of freedom and lightheartedness.
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  Speaker 2: For me. School was out, and at.
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  Speaker 1: Fifteen, I was enjoying the lazy rhythm of South Carolina life.
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  Speaker 1: On that particular June afternoon, I was at my best
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  Speaker 1: friend's house helping.
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  Speaker 2: Her with some chores.
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  Speaker 1: The air was warm, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass,
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  Speaker 1: and laughter came easily between us as we filled watering
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  Speaker 1: cans and chatted about the plans we'd made for the weekend.
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  Speaker 1: Life felt normal, safe. Then the car pulled up. It
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  Speaker 1: wasn't anything unusual at first, and old sedan rolling to
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  Speaker 1: a stop nearby. I didn't pay much attention until the
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  Speaker 1: driver got out and started walking toward me. He was nondescript,
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  Speaker 1: just an average guy, maybe in his thirties or forties,
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  Speaker 1: with short hair and a calm demeanor. In his hands,
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  Speaker 1: he held some brochors, the kind you'd hand out to
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  Speaker 1: neighbors or leave in mailboxes. Hey, he said, smiling, Mind
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  Speaker 1: if I give you one of these. They're just for
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  Speaker 1: a local thing I'm working on. I was polite, nodding
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  Speaker 1: and taking the brochure without really looking at it. He
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  Speaker 1: made small talk, nothing strange, just asking if we lived
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  Speaker 1: here and if we liked the area. His tone was casual, friendly, even,
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  Speaker 1: and then without warning, he pulled out a gun. Get in,
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  Speaker 1: he ordered, pointing to a large storage bin in the
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  Speaker 1: back seat of his car. His voice dropped ice cold.
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  Speaker 1: My heart raised, but my legs moved. I climbed into
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  Speaker 1: the bin, and he slammed the lid shut. He took
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  Speaker 1: me to an apartment complex. It looked so ordinary, just
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  Speaker 1: rose of brick buildings, but Drett gripped my chest. No
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  Speaker 1: one saw us as he shoved me inside. The apartment
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  Speaker 1: smelled like bleach and stale air. He led me to
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  Speaker 1: the bedroom, where the blinds were drawn so tight no
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  Speaker 1: light could sleep in. His eyes had changed, now colder. Calculating,
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  Speaker 1: he locked the door and the nightmare began. Let's make
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  Speaker 1: this memorable, he said, pulling out a small, sharp knife
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  Speaker 1: from his pocket. I froze, unable to breathe. As he approached,
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  Speaker 1: he forced me to kneel on the floor, his hand
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  Speaker 1: gripping my arms so tightly it felt like my bones
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  Speaker 1: might snap. I want you to remember me forever, he muttered.
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  Speaker 1: The blade pressed against my skin and he began to carve.
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  Speaker 1: At first, it was sh just enough to sting, but
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  Speaker 1: as he dragged the knife deeper, the searing pain became unbearable.
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  Speaker 1: Tears streamed down my face as he worked, carving the
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  Speaker 1: letters of his name into my forearm like it was
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  Speaker 1: nothing more than a piece of paper.
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  Speaker 2: Blood dripped onto the floor, pulling between us.
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  Speaker 1: See, he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
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  Speaker 2: Now You're mine forever.
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  Speaker 1: The pain blurred my vision, but I refused to cry out.
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  Speaker 1: I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
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  Speaker 2: Hours passed.
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  Speaker 1: He slapped me when I didn't respond fast enough, and
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  Speaker 1: shoved me against the wall when I tried to resist.
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  Speaker 1: At one point, he dragged me into the bathroom. My
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  Speaker 1: wrists were bound with duct tape, and he turned the
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  Speaker 1: shower on ice cold, shoving me under the spray. The
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  Speaker 1: water hit like needles, stealing my breath and leaving me
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  Speaker 1: shaking violently.
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  Speaker 2: Cleans you up, he muttered, Gotta keep things neat.
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  Speaker 1: Back in the bedroom, he tied me to the bed,
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  Speaker 1: cufving my hands to the frame and securing my ankle
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  Speaker 1: to the post. My arm throbbed where he'd carved his name,
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  Speaker 1: the cut still raw and bleeding. Take this, he said,
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  Speaker 1: forcing a pill into my mouth. You'll sleep. When he
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  Speaker 1: finally fell asleep beside me, snoring softly, I forced myself
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  Speaker 1: to move. My head swam from the drugs, but I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't give in to the fog. Slowly, I pulled my
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  Speaker 1: hands toward my mouth, twisting my wrists just enough to
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  Speaker 1: bring the cuff clasp.
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  Speaker 2: To my teeth.
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  Speaker 1: The metal was cold, the screw impossibly small, but I
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  Speaker 1: worked at it bit by bit. Minutes stretched into an eternity.
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  Speaker 1: Then the clasp gave way. My hands were still cuffed,
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  Speaker 1: but I could move them freely. Carefully, I untied the
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  Speaker 1: rope from my ankle. My movements were slow and deliberate.
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  Speaker 1: Every tiny sound amplified in the silent room. When I
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  Speaker 1: finally stood, my heart was pounding so hard I thought
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  Speaker 1: it might wake him. I turned toward the door, but
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  Speaker 1: when I saw the closet, its accordion style doors were
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  Speaker 1: open just enough to catch my attention. I shouldn't have
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  Speaker 1: looked inside. Piles of dresses were heaped together. They weren't
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  Speaker 1: ordinary clothes. Bloodstains streaked the fabric, dark and dried, some
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  Speaker 1: barely visible and others glaring under the dim light. My
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  Speaker 1: breath caught in my throat, and panic clawed at me.
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  Speaker 1: These dresses didn't belong to me. They belonged to others,
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  Speaker 1: other girls. I didn't wait a second more and ran
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  Speaker 1: straight to the main road. Once outside, the cool night
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  Speaker 1: air hit me, and I broke into a run. A
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  Speaker 1: car approached and I flung myself in front of it,
• 17:42
  Speaker 1: waving my arms wildly. The driver slammed on the brakes
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  Speaker 1: help me.
• 17:48
  Speaker 2: I gasped goodness of the coops.
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  Speaker 1: On June twenty fourth, two thousand and two, Richard Ivanitz
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  Speaker 1: subducted fifteen year old Kara Robinson from a friend's yard
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  Speaker 1: in Greenville, South Carolina. He got out of his car
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  Speaker 1: and approached her, pretending to offer her some pamphlets. After
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  Speaker 1: she said her friend's parents were not home, Evanitts held
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  Speaker 1: a gun to her neck and then forced her into
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  Speaker 1: a plastic bin. He took her to his apartment, where
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  Speaker 1: he tortured her for eighteen hours. Brave Kara Robinson managed
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  Speaker 1: to free herself and then escape. While Ivanitz was asleep,
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  Speaker 1: she went outside and found two men in a car,
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  Speaker 1: and they took her to the sheriff's office. Later that day,
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  Speaker 1: Evnets was surrounded by police, where he passed away after
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  Speaker 1: realizing he has been caught.