“But it might be cool to have Aaron, this guy I’ve been dating for two months, find me in a duffel bag and rescue me.” “Well, I don’t need my ear to be mailed to a major metropolitan daily,” I thought aloud. I said, “realistic.” And how did I want my ordeal to end, Enright asked. Enright asked if I wanted the pressure of the gun on my back to be theatrical or realistic. I said it might be “very dramatic” if I were initially approached on the street at an unspecified time and, while held at gunpoint, forced to mask my terror while led through crowded streets. He gave me a questionnaire that asked me to list my greatest fears: I listed “suffocation,” “drowning,” “slipping in vomit.”He asked if there were any other specific elements I wanted to include. I’m thinking maybe the kidnappers’ indecision and lack of organization are what imperil me.” “So I’m looking to confront my fear of chaos. “I’m sort of a control freak,”I found myself confessing to the handsome but boyishly creepy Enright. I was sitting in my living room with Brock Enright, a twenty-six-year-old New York artist who plans, executes and videotapes kidnappings for hire. Be careful what you wish for – the future may have teeth.
