(As requested) IamA retired fashion model that was drugged and kidnapped in Milan at 17yo and lived to tell the tale! AMA!
So, this is my first time ever actually doing this so please, reddit, be gentle. I've made this AMA because I was requested to do so by other redditors yesterday after commenting in the AMA about the retired 25yo fashion model.
This is one of my most memorable stories and I am so lucky that I am alive today considering the details of what happened. Just as the title says I was kidnapped in Milan from a night club by a man in his 40's at 17 years old. I had started modeling when I was 15 and went to NY first. It was a very mild experience considering the environment I was in. And never got into to much trouble. However, by the time I was 17 I was already smoking and drinking and smoked pot a few times. I was raised in Idaho and going to Italy was the first time I had ever left the country. Most young models go off on their own to start their careers because most clients find it annoying to have shaparones on sets. Also my family was very poor and the only reason I was able to travel and have this experience was because my agency fronted all of my expenses.
This unfortunate event happened the 4th night I was in Milan. I was put into a 3 bedroom models apartment with 11 other models. I immediately made friends with one of the girls and she invited me to go out. Now, in Milan, this is usually how models are able to survive. At least that was my case. I never had money, and the small allowance I was given every week was just enough to get weekly transportation and a few necessities like toilet paper, and drinking water. I could never afford food, so the only time I ate was when I would go out. The promoters got paid per model they brought out with them and in return for our presence we got free dinner, VIP access, and free booze at the clubs.
So, the first night I ever went out I was drugged and kidnapped. (Lucky me, lol). Me and my new roomie and bestie got all ready and went out to dinner. During the dinner a guy she "knew" gave her a joint. She told me she wanted to smoke it at the club and I agreed that I would smoke with her. We got to the club and walked straight back to the VIP section and checked our bags and coats in the coat check. After 15 minutes we walked outside and smoked the joint. We were talking and laughing and after about 5 minutes walked back into the club because it started snowing and was freezing. I started getting double vision as I was walking down the stairs into the club and saw the woman's bathroom to my left and told my friend I needed to use it really quick and I would find her in VIP. She left me and while in the bathroom I suddenly felt like I was slowly being sucked into the floor. There were shorter women all around me and I'm quite tall in heels (6'1) and I was hallucinating that I was looking up at them. All the stalls were taken and I was sinking into this trip harder harder by the second. I was desperately trying to hold on to sentience but I just couldn't. I was falling over, I had no concept of time or how long I had been in the bathroom, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head, and I was falling on everyone. I stumbled through a suddenly packed dance floor trying to make out where I was in this rather small club, but nothing looked familiar. People were pushing me off them as I fell into them and I found a long concrete bench against a back wall and slumped down on it. The next part is the fussiest because by this point I was in the peak of the trip. My entire body was limp. I couldn't move. I vaguely remember someone letting me lay my head on their shoulder and after some amount of time they got up and fell completely over. That's when I projectile vomited into the crowd of people. I remember feeling mortified and also couldn't imagine why no one was trying to help me. (Small town Idaho girl, lol) now like I said I had no concept of time and don't know how long I was in that state but I knew I desperately wanted to go home. My coat and bag were checked in the coat check but I had my apartment key in my back pocket. Then a guy sat next to me, pulled me upright and was hold my face and patting my cheek asking me, "Bella, ok? Ok?" I said to him no I'm not ok and I want to go home. I was in such a state that don't remember anything but next thing I do remember is this guy and his friend were helping me walk out of the club. I was in a tank top and jeans and they never tried to get my personal belongings from the coat check. They put me into their car in the front seat and the friend got in the back. I still couldn't move and was slumped over. But I was trying my hardest to be aware of what was going on. I remember them doing coke off a cd case. I had never seen anyone do coke before. That was what first started scaring me. So I keep saying my address to the guy driving. Saying to him please take me there. He kept saying "ok". He dropped his friend off somewhere and I realized we had been in the car for quite sometime. Once again another wave of 'oh, shit' washed over me. So I forced myself to kind of snap out of this horrible trip. That's when I realized this guy didn't even speak English and he had no idea what I was saying. That's when I started freaking out. I looked out the window and didn't see building tops anymore. I was now in the Italian countryside. I started saying every Italian word I could think of to him. I was swearing at him and I started kicking the dashboard of his car. He kept trying to calm me down but I was terrified. He finally pulled into an apartment complex and started motioning for me to go in there with him and he kept saying "cough?" "Cough?" And I was like "what the fuck is a fucking cough!?!?!?" And he goes "cafe! Cafe?" And I was screaming no I won't go in and have a fucking cafe with him and to take me home. He grabbed my wrist and very calmly said "no home". That went I went berserk. I was punching and kicking everything in the car, screaming, swearing, anything I could think of. And I started saying take me back to Hollywood (the club he found me in) and I think I caused such a scene that he finally drove me back to the club like a maniac. He pulled up in front of the club and literally, with his feet, kicked me out of the car into the gutter. I was still tripping and could barely move the whole time this went on. It was snowing like crazy and I landed in a muddy puddle of slush. I stumbled back into the club and was asking everyone were the VIP was. Someone pointed to an area that was absolutely crammed with people so tightly I couldn't move. But I saw the promoter who I went there originally with and I was screaming his name at the top of my lungs trying to get his attention and reaching for him and some guy behind me started punching me and elbowing me because I guess he didn't want me in front of him or something. Finally the promoter saw me and had to pull me into the VIP section so hard I though my shoulder was going to dislocate, all the while being slapped by some drunk ass hole behind me. I started bawling trying to tell hi what happened and he took me out the back door and put me in a cab with his girlfriend who dropped me at my apartment. Lost my coat and purse, but thankfully had my key and got inside and passed out immediately.
The next day I was basically in shock all day. I didn't even know what to think and was trying to remember what happened. So parts I had just blacked out completely. I kept thinking weed has never done that before. Wtf was that!?! In the late afternoon my new roomie finally came in looking in a worse state than me. She said she had an equally crazy night and had the same intense trip I did. So she called her "friend" she got the joint from. He had laced it with PCP and didn't tell us because he "wanted to surprise us with a real fun night". I grabbed the phone from her and screamed at him that I could have been murdered and he called me an ungrateful bitch and hung up on me.
TL;DR ..... I unknowingly smoked a joint that was laced with PCP, puked on an entire club, got kidnapped, freaked out sufficiently enough to get my kidnapper to take back to the club he found me in, got basically beat up trying to get back into the VIP section, lost my personal belongings, but made it home with my apartment key in my back pocket.
This is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. All I thought about was my family and how disappointed in me they would be if I got murdered. I have a million other stories of my time in the industry. This particular event made me a very wise person. Never again did I ever put myself in a position to go through something like that again.
So AMA guys! I'll answer as many questions about the industry and this insane story you want to hear. My proof is at the bottom. Thanks!
Edit2: updated the age of the man who kidnapped me because some people are thinking that I was mistaking a nice guy trying to hang out with a lying creep in his 40's that kidnapped a teenager.
My Proof: http://imgur.com/WgZAtGl