Trauma recovery

April 29th 2020 I've been abused for several hours, kept hostage. Taken, all beaten up, through half the country and ended up  being dumped in the woods. They destroyed most of my belongings. And I don't have the money to replace all of it.

Here follows the back story:

The guys who beat me up were criminals. Who made money with fraud, they would text people and make them think they were talking to their son or daughter asking for a little bit of money. Then they would get their victims bank details by sending them a phishing link.

The money they scammed of their victims had to be withdrawn somehow. That how I ended up in this situation. To withdraw the money they needed bank accounts. Not one or two. No, they needed a lot. A "friend" of mine asked me if I wanted to make money. Quick, fast and no shenanigans. I didn't have much money at that time, (I still don't). So I took the deal. That was the first time I saw them. They asked me what bank I was part of and I answered. They started shouting and clearly they were happy. From that moment I knew that something wasn't right. After they lied about how "it" worked we went off to an atm.

They told me the money was coming off bitcoins and that they needed to pay lots of taxes if they had to withdraw it on just one bank account.

I knew this was a trick. But I went for it anyway. Because of the good guy I am, thinking I could roll these criminals up and stop them from hurting more and more people by the day. And since I read and heard of this fraud technique I knew that whoever their victims may be, would end up in big depths.

Once arrived at the atm, I ran. I ran as far as I could and ended up by a train station. I took the first train and called a friend of mine, (a real friend) if I could stay there. I could and hid at his house for the night.

I went home the next day. And that one "friend" asked me to come over to discuss what happened. I did, but only if I knew. I sat there for half an hour when it started. I don't want to go into further details. Since then the PTSD will take over but I lost all my belongings among with expensive headphones, my phone and my watch.

I got a new phone, But I'm not able to replace the rest. Would you help by sparing a bit of your money to someone in need? I would be grateful. To see that there is still people who do care about others.

Photo of me. Two weeks afther what happend.