August 28, 2011 (Mutiara Damansara, Malaysia)

I was shopping at The Curve. It was almost 5 30, and I wanted to get home to make dinner. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip; he sells office furniture for Apex. He has worked there for a few years now, and there was a convention he had to attend in Kuala Lumpur. 

So I was shopping for a birthday gift for a friend; I bought her a purse she wanted. It was beautiful; it was blue with brown leather straps. I purchased a cute summer dress for myself at Mango. 

I got a text message from Sophia at around 5:15 asking if I wanted to watch a movie that night. It sounded like a good idea, so I texted her back yes and started back to my car.

My car was in the parking garage on level B2. There wasn't anyone else in the car park, so I was alone. I had parked about 100 meters from the doors. I had two shopping bags and my purse in my hands.

I unlocked the car and opened the rear door. Just as I was putting my bags into the seat the door was slammed into my back. I fell forward, and that's when I felt the knife against my throat. I heard a man's voice whisper not to scream. His breath stank like rotten garbage. 

He shoved me down into the floor of the backseat. Waving a carving knife at me, he whispered again not to scream. The knife was old, but it looked sharp. The guy must have been about 30 something; he had a real thick mustache. He looked Indian and had dark curly hair. He was skinny and wore a loose navy blue t-shirt. I couldn't tell how tall he was because of how he hunched over me. I think he was taller than me though, maybe 5ft 7? 

Then a second guy appears, out of nowhere. The second guy had on a green shirt and had short dark curls . He looked like he was also Indian and in his 30’s. The second guy demanded my car keys and the parking ticket, but I couldn't remember where I'd put it.  

Next thing I know, both of them push me deeper into the car, the first guy gets in the back with me, and the other guy starts driving. 

I kept offering them money, telling them they could take everything, just let me go.  That's when the mustache began to make advances to me.  I think that's when I knew; I wasn't getting out of this alive. 

My head is racing, and I'm terrified. I'm just thinking, get out. Get out. Get out. The mustached guy kept trying to push me on the floor of the car, but I begged to sit up. I promised to be good. I don't know why he trusted me, but he did. 

He was squeezing my arm tightly, and it hurt. I told him he was hurting me, and he loosened his grip, but he didn't let go.  I didn't fight right away, maybe I was smart, but mostly it was shock I think. I knew the only way to get out of this was to jump out of the car. But they had locked the doors. 

I was leaning against the back passenger side door. So I reached up and started to scratch my hair. When I did, I unlocked the car door. I was so scared they'd see what I was doing. And then I waited, I knew that we'd have to slow down to merge onto the main road, I knew there would be people on the street outside the shopping center. So I waited. 

The moment the car slowed down I opened the door. I tried to make a run for it, but I couldn't. The mustached guy grabbed me and pulled my body back into the car; my legs were still hanging out of the car, and I was kicking. The driver stopped the car and reached around trying to pull me in and close the door. 

I just kept fighting praying someone would see me and help me. I elbowed one of the guys,  lost my sunglasses somewhere. I think I bit one of their hands. At some point, the driver started yelling at the mustached guy, and that's when the mustached guy let me go. As soon as he let me go, I jumped out of the car and ran for my life. 

I ran towards the Maybank outlet. There was a crowd of people there, and I was hysterical. Screaming and crying. I grabbed the first person I reached by the shoulders; it was an older Malay man. I just begged him to help me.

Sincerely,

Nor Tengku