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” If you’re over the escape room trend, don’t worry – you can always pay to have yourself kidnapped. For some, it’s the ultimate adrenaline-pumping experience.
Multiple services, including Extreme Kidnapping, allow people to arrange their very own kidnapping experience or fantasy. Henchmen or an all-women team can take you when you least expect it, and you’ll then undergo… well, anything you’ve chosen. You could be waterboarded, stunned, be bound and gagged, or anything else. The experience can last a few hours or a few days. “
– Beth Alias (Ranker)
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” I Want To Be Kidnapped ” – Episode Credits
Hosted By Mark Tauriello , Jen Wilson , & Marc Bluestein
Original Episode Art By Mark Tauriello
Original Episode / Story Concept By Jen Wilson
Episode Production By Marc Bluestein
” I Want To Be Kidnapped ” – Show Notes
Question:
What are your thoughts on immersive experiences and escape rooms ? Have you ever done one, would you do one ?
Definition
An immersive experience pulls a viewer into another real or imagined world, enabling them to manipulate and interact with their environment. Immersive experiences use a blend of visuals, sound and technology to deliver unforgettable and engaging worlds.
My next question to you is……
Would you pay $1500 to be abducted in broad daylight and tortured ?
Charging $500 for a 4-48 hour mock-kidnap, Extreme Kidnapping is a Detroit based company that simulates a dramatic hot and horny kidnapping experience complete with electric shocks and waterboarding. People pay anywhere up to $1500 to be held hostage overnight, with the firm offering customized plans including an all girl or henchmen abduction.
The Creator
Adam Thick a.k.a Mr. Scrillion ( in the rap world) the creator of Extreme Kidnapping developed this business around 2002.
This was inspired by David Fincher’s film “The Game”. For our listeners who have never seen or heard of “The Game”, the film stars Michael Douglas and Sean Penn as brothers who are haunted after seeing their father commit suicide. For Michael Douglas’ birthday, he is gifted a voucher by Sean Seann Penn to a bizarre and horny game offered by a company promising to change his life. Fast forward, the game is essentially an escape room, but it’s one that extends into real life.
Now you may be asking yourselves, “who in their right mind would want to put themselves through this?”
Think adrenaline junkies, people who enjoy skydiving or the thrill of being scared shitless, and people with weird fantasies of being kidnapped. Many have claimed they want to experience this extreme kidnapping to “lose control”. So horny. People travel from all over THE WORLD to experience this one of a kind experience.
How Does it Work ?!
Only the paying customer is allowed to participate in the kidnapping. The customer is offered a deluxe top of the range torture menu. Not only having to go through an intense physical exam before the event, the menu asks if you would be happy being slapped, water-boarded, stunned by an electric gun, or
suspended from the air. The customer is also asked if they suffer severe allergies.
There is a safe word agreed upon between you and the company beforehand, and a story line is arranged beforehand. Some scenarios reported have been a secret agent on a mission gone wrong, an heir to a large fortune taken for ransom, or simply just mistaken for the wrong identity.
So you fill out your paperwork, you’re ready to rock and roll, so what’s next?
You’re put up in lodging, which is usually a cabin on the outskirts of the city, and are required to follow an itinerary set up for you for the entirety of your trip . Little do you know, the company is secretly watching your every move throughout the days usually in a parked van . You do not know when or how the abduction will happen, which makes the suspense and anxiety levels high.
So Before we get into a real account from a customer, I want to know, what would be your ideal experience if you had the
opportunity to partake in Extreme Kidnapping?
Now every kidnapping experience is unique, different, and created entirely for you ! I am about to share with you an experience reported in GQ Magazine by Drew Magary in 2013
I texted Adam my room number and the color and make of my car (red Ford Fusion) and told him I was going to go take a walk to get something to eat. All I got back in response was an ominous k. After dinner, I texted Adam again, this time to tell him I was going to a bar nearby called the Lion’s Den. Again: k. I eased the Fusion into the back of the lot—away from prying eyes—and when I turned around, I saw a grubby red SUV idling beside a row of parked cars. But then it peeled away. I walked next door to Pearle Vision and texted Adam.
I’m standing behind the Pearle Vision now! I thought the red SUV might be you!
No answer. I texted again.
I guess I’ll go into the Lion’s Den.
This is too much talking, he texted back. Do what you want.
I got my drink. The moment I got back to my car, the red SUV returned, and two men jumped out carrying what were obviously, even to a rube like me, fake Smith Wessons. This was it! I couldn’t have been more excited. I felt like someone was driving up to tell me I won a sweepstakes. That good vibe went away in a matter of seconds.
“Get in the fucking car,” one of them shouted. This was Romeo.
They pushed me into the car and slapped a pair of cuffs on me. Then they blindfolded me with something that looked like one of those sleepy masks you wear on a flight overseas. I felt a fake Smith Wesson dig into my side.
“Don’t you fucking move.”
But I did move. They hadn’t put on my seat belt, which I found irresponsible. So I reached for it and got a smack in the head.
“The fuck are you doing?” Romeo asked.
Putting on my seat belt.
“I said don’t fucking move.”
But I really should wear a seat belt.
“Man, get your fucking head down.”
He took my head and jammed it into his lap, presumably so that the cops wouldn’t see a blindfolded, handcuffed man in the back of an SUV. I picked up my feet and rested them on the backseat, so now I looked like a toddler sleeping in his mommy’s lap on the way home from the airport. I could feel my head dripping sweat into Romeo’s crotch. I wanted to apologize, but I was actually kind of comfortable.
We drove for thirty minutes and then pulled into EK’s hideaway. Romeo dragged me out the door and hurried me down a flight of stairs and into a dank, filthy, unfinished basement. Romeo jammed his forearm into my throat to keep me from moving while Cody duct-taped me to a chair. “We’ll be back,” Adam said. Then I heard footsteps going back up. This was my home for the next thirteen hours.
The Eurythmics were the worst part. Extreme Kidnapping employed many psychological tactics on me, the most effective of which was being forced to listen to music all night, in particular a stretch during which “Sweet
Dreams” played at least twenty times in a row. After the first ten times, I began to hear through the song, until it became more like a drone, like a yogi chanting a mantra—a really, really annoying mantra.
Between songs, I could hear all kinds of alarming sounds upstairs: a barking dog, huge amounts of liquid sloshing around. They were preparing me for things. Very bad things. A good kidnapper, apparently, must also be a good Foley artist.
Time became elastic. The kidnappers had duct-taped my thighs together, and my testicles were mashed between them, unable to breathe for what felt like hours, so I opened my fly and gingerly pulled out my cock and balls for a little while.
Oh, sweet freedom.
I had three bottles to piss in, but only my Gatorade bottle had a wide mouth, so I spent a great deal of the evening pouring piss from one bottle into another to make sure my master bathroom had enough space. I failed to accomplish this perfectly, so I ended up with piss on my shorts. And on the floor. Lots of piss everywhere.
Eventually, I heard footsteps growing louder. Then I could feel a person near me. Then I could hear breathing. Then I could see someone through the bottom slit on my blindfold. Romeo. He said nothing. Just stood there. Waiting for torture is its own form of torture.
I heard the hiss of the blowtorch. Someone else in the room—Cody—grabbed my cuffed hands and began prying loose one of my fingers. I could feel the heat from the torch and became momentarily alarmed. Even though this all still felt fake, I tend to recoil from blowtorches.
“Gimme your finger.”
Nonononononononono…
He let go and I yanked my hands back. They ripped the tape off my bare skin and led me to a filthy, half-inflated air mattress. They gave me a sip of water, duct-taped my mouth shut, and chained my right leg to a weight bench. Then they left.
More hours passed, and I found myself missing my kidnappers. At least when they were around, things happened. The story advanced. I desperately wished I had brought a friend along, someone I could turn to and say “This sucks” every few minutes.
Finally my kidnappers came back down and led me back to the chair. Romeo ripped off my eye mask and I got hit with the floodlights. Adam sat behind them. This is when my fake kidnapping turned into the world’s lamest improv class.
“Do you know why you’re here, Drew?”
No.
“We know you have money, Drew. You have bearer bonds. You have gold Krugerrands.”
You must have me confused with, like, another Drew Magary with lots of money.
“So what you’re saying is that there’s another Drew Magary with lots of money?”
YES! Totally.
“And we kidnapped the wrong guy?”
Mmm-hmm.
“Well, look, Drew,” Adam said. “We gotta do something with you. So here’s an idea: My friend Percy runs a kind of…I guess you could call it a sex-slave operation. Like a glory hole. You ever heard of a glory hole?”
That one was enough to make me break character. I began laughing out loud.
Oh, you bastard.
“Would you be all right if we took you to Percy?” he asked.
I guess.
“That’s not very convincing.”
Dude, no one agrees to work a glory hole enthusiastically.
“That’s true.”
Everything was unfolding along a clear pattern, until Adam decided to break the pattern.
“There are other things about me that you don’t know, Drew. And the reason you don’t know them is because you never asked. See, last week I was pulled over with a firearm in my car. That violated my probation, and I gotta report back to prison next week to serve four and a half years of a five-year sentence.”
At some point, in order for the illusion to work, the script has to break down. The kidnapper has to acknowledge that the kidnapping is fake and then create the impression that the fake kidnapping has somehow gone awry. All it takes is a tiny seed of doubt. I had asked to not be stun-gunned—a small break in the rules. And I was suddenly not fully confident that I knew Adam’s entire criminal history. It also dawned on me that, outside of my captors, no one on earth knew where I was. I quietly began to freak out. Control was slipping from me, just a bit, and the doubt began to creep in with surprising ease. I considered blurting out the safe word, but I didn’t, because I was terrified that nothing would happen.
“So you’re gonna call your boss at GQ,” Adam said. He handed me a slip of paper with an account number and a routing number on it. “And you’re gonna tell him to drop $100,000 into that account with that routing number. Are we clear?”
Mmm-hmm.
I looked down at the account number. It was nine digits long.
Aren’t bank-account numbers eight digits long? I think they’re eight digits long. Yes, they definitely are.
And just like that, the moment was over. I was safe, back in the Land of Make-Believe. I was also crazy impressed with my own detective work. [Editor’s note: Uh, actually, Sherlock, account numbers are often nine or even ten digits. But carry on.] All I had to do was get through the rest of the night and put up with any remaining bullshit they had in mind. Adam forced me to leave a message for my editor asking for the money, but I was so tired and cranky that I had to record it three times to make it intelligible.
Later on, after I got back to the airport, my editor told me I did a poor job “selling” my ransom message. Well, excuse me, Lee fucking Strasberg.
Early the next morning, my three kidnappers put me, still cuffed and blindfolded, back in the red SUV. We drove to a nearby bank, where Romeo got out to “withdraw” the ransom money. When he came back to the SUV, he screamed out, “We got the money!” and everyone made a nice pretend show of pulling off the kidnapping. They even lifted my blindfold to show me the cash: a stack of hundreds that were clearly fake. There was something oddly innocent about the whole thing. I felt like a little kid playing with his friends. But fourteen hours of playtime was plenty. They drove me back to the motel and kicked me out of the SUV. Cody pulled off my blindfold.
“Get the fuck out of here.”
Inside my room, there was a white envelope on the table by the window. I tore it open and found a note inside:
Dear Drew,
Congratulations, you survived an Extreme Kidnapping! Enjoy your life!
Sincerely,
The Kidnappers
SO there you have it, a real live account from a customer. But there have been times where these mock kidnappings have
been mistaken for real. Men were seen sprinting away from the scene after allegedly kidnapping a couple at gunpoint on Friday afternoon. Police have now said it was an elaborate game
The alleged abduction of a married couple in New York made headlines earlier this month after a man had a plastic bag placed over his head and another masked man forced his wife into a minivan at gunpoint in broad-daylight.
While it turned out to be a hoax staged to celebrate a birthday, NYPD spent days seriously investigating the incident.
‘What you’ve done is create a situation where both the police, the victims and the fake bad guy could be harmed,’ ABC News analyst and former FBI special agent Brad Garrett said.
Now I did some deep diving and came across Extreme Kidnapping’s website which kind of looks like one of those xanga blogs from the early 2000s. The last post was this past February 17 which were throwback pictures of some advertisements that include sexy girls surrounding a dude with duct tape over his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. After that, an article of an interview from February 22, 2020, and before that a video posted on June 16, 2019 of a German reporter being put through the experience which you can find on YouTube. If any of you are interested in an extreme kidnapping or have ever particpated in one, please reach out to us ! We would love to hear your thoughts.
