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Several hours I was
standing on a private airstrip just across the border to the States. I went
over to a small office building and sat down a soft drink. The taste was from
heaven. I had missed it so much. Then a van came into the airfield. The sign on
the side said “Outsourced
Teenage Journey”. It had windows with plate glass. It stopped in front of
me and a staff member came out.
“Rick Normann”
“That is me”
“I know that you are
here voluntary but our teen escort company has some guidelines to ensure safety
for our clients and especially the goods – youth like you, so I have asked you
to comply with my order even though they may seem a little exaggerated.”
“I come directly from
HPLC, so you will not have problems with me.”
“OK, then. I have to
ask you to wear this diaper. We have a long way to go and no time to use the
restroom.”
I pulled my trousers
down and put on the diaper. Once I was done, I was asked to put my arms on my
back where he enclosed my arms in some sort of leather muff. There were straps
to two cuffs, which was placed on my upper arm. I could not move my arms. Then
he tightened two cuffs at my ankles. The final touch was a leather hood very
similar to the hoods they used at HPLC, but he did not put blindfold or
mouthpiece on. He opened the side door on the van and inside 3 people was
sitting on chairs in the back. Each person was chained to the floor with chains
going from the cuffs on the ankles to a hook in the floor. Additional they all
had seatbelts on. One of the people was adult, which I found a little odd. I
took a seat in the back next to one of the others and we took off.
In the other end of
the airstrip there was a plane waiting for us. I went on-board first. Once
inside I saw that the plane, which could accommodate 20 persons had similar
hook in the floor. I took a seat and watched the other being guided into their
seat and hooked up. Most of they had only a diaper on, so they had been fetched
directly from their bed. 10 minutes later a second van came and two other
youngsters dressed similar were followed on-board.
Then the plane took
off. Once in the air, one of the staff members went around and removed the
mouthpiece of each individual in order to give them something to drink, before
he slipped the mouth piece in. Several of them were crying and pleading during
this ritual. When it was my turn, I asked him why there was an adult between
the youngsters.
“It is the family scare program,
where we by orders of the parent dress up as a kind of terrorist and make the
teenager believe that he or she together with one of his or her parents is
abducted for ransom. You can call it a kind of adventure trip, where the child
and parent are push to bond in order to resist the pressure from the outside –
in this case us, pushing them to the limit.”
“Sounds odd”
“It works very well
and although we use all the techniques from some of the more hard-hitting
programs like dog
cages, stone circles and Observation
Placement, the risk of impose traumatic experiences on the teenager is less
than in the original programs.”
Several hours later we
landed in a private airport near
The guard spoke to me.
“Welcome to
When we passed through
a small village and then we saw a large campus with white walls around it. When
we approached the main gate, I saw the big sign. “Meditation Inlet –
Therapeutic Boarding School for Teens”
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