‘As the man walked towards us flashing his police badge, I felt a surge of hope. I’d been held in captivity by my kidnapper for four terrible months, raped daily, chained to a post and starved. Could this be the moment I’d be saved? And yet terror kept me silent, rather than telling him I was the missing teen making headlines on the daily news bulletins. My kidnapper Mitchell threatened to kill me and my family if I didn’t do what he wanted. I was just 14 and had no reason to doubt him. He’d already kidnapped me at knifepoint from my home while my nine-year-old sister slept beside me; dragging me to a hidden camp and keeping me captive in the mountains above Utah’s Salt Lake City.
‘That day, as the police officer approached us, Mitchell was calm and convincing as he explained I was his daughter and, as a minister for Christ, it would be a sin to lift a veil he had placed over my head and face. His wife, Wanda Barzee, clamped her hand down hard on my leg as I desperately tried to communicate with my eyes, begging for help. “I can’t speak,” I thought, “because they’ll come after me and my family.” Mitchell and his wife seemed invincible. I remember that sense of despair as the officer walked away. It would be March 2003, five months later, before I was finally rescued.
‘I grew up in a nice neighborhood in Salt Lake City. I come from a warm, normal family. I never