Earlier today there was a plane crash in the Alps.
My first concert was Blink 182.
We're here. Everybody's gonna take care of you.
Obviously, we're gonna have to ask you a whole bunch of questions.
Do I have to talk right now? 'Cause I'm really scared.
Were you sexually assaulted or anything like that during this?
No.
They didn't touch you or do anything against your will?
No.
Do you think there's a chance this could happen again to you?
Yeah, if…
if I talk too much, yeah.
Our goal when this thing started was to see you come home safe.
And, um, I'm glad that you survived, um, this incident,
and, ultimately, what we're chasing is the truth.
I'd like you, um, to start…
I woke up to a flashing light, kind of like a strobe light.
There's the red laser pointer,
and the recording was this calm music.
He was a war vet. He has PTSD. He has insomnia.
I remember going right and then left.
He says that, "I am to videotape having sex with you."
"And this videotape is to prevent you from going to the police."
He said we had to do it again.
It had to be believable, like we were a couple.
And I played along
'cause I didn't know what else to do.
And I didn't want to do it again.
Have you ever been in the trunk of that car before?
Uh, n-- no.
- Did you make any noise? -Uh, no. I was woken from a dead sleep.
Let's take a few minutes, all right?
All right, just hang in there, okay? You're doing great.