Help!!!

Help!

I'm not sure how I got here, but I am so glad He has finally left. He rattled off something about a creek and losing his skinning knife as he rambled out the door. And, who the hell is Government Mule?

I found this laptop under the cot in the back of the camper. I'm not sure He knows he has wireless. If I had any clue as to where I am I would contact authorities, but the last thing I remember is hiking on Hogback Mountain and the overwhelming scent of Loves Baby Soft.

My head is throbbing. He says I must be hard headed because he had to hit me several times. Apparently I walked into a trap he laid out hoping to catch a young woman. I came to last night while he was spraying me down with Charlie perfume and painting my eyes with powder blue Wet and Wild eyeshadow. I could understand the words, "thought you would be younger" and something about a water bra before he left the room. He came back to rub Vaseline on my teeth (?).

He has dressed me in the worst dress imaginable. I had no idea gingham and leopard print could exist together on one fabric. I look like Ellie Mae and Stevie Nicks' tarted up love-child.

Last night he duct taped me to a chair and forced me to watch reruns of Everyone Love Raymond while he cackled manically. He fed me a stew from a metal plate and gave me some water. He mumbles about fattening me up. Don't know if he wants to eat me or fuck me. I'm frightened. I knew I should not hike alone. This feels a little too Silence of the Lambs for comfort.

I occasionally hear the sound of a woman yelling. Is she also a hostage? She shouts and then there is mumbling. Who the hell is Government Mule?

This site will be my salvation. I blog hoping someone will find me. I have no idea where I am or if I will make it out alive. Someone, please, find me. I can't go outside, I fear the unknown.

He's coming...