If you're curious as to whether or not an Extreme Kidnapping can scare you, my answer would be a decided yes. In addition to the moment of doubt that I detailed in the final piece that ran in GQ, hiring someone to kidnap you causes you to consider the very real and lingering specter of incompetence. Weeks before being kidnapped, I worried that Adam Thick, my kidnapper, might get careless with a bowie knife and slit my throat by accident. Then I worried about his henchmen. What if Extreme Kidnapping's HR department was less than thorough in vetting its candidates? After all, you don't find MIT grads entering this field of work. To quote Adam, "What I look for in a henchman is the ability to commit crimes without being a pussy. If you've never done dirt in your life, then there is a good chance your gonna suck at this."

To be an extreme kidnapper, there must be some sizable part of you that likes the idea of abducting people and holding them hostage. This concerned me. Though he swears he cannot abide sadists, Adam isn't afraid to hire people with criminal backgrounds to be his henchmen. You can understand my fear that these people would not follow every last detail of our plan. Thankfully, Cody and Romeo roughed me around just a little bit before dropping me back into civilization.

And now, a few more extra tidbits that got left out of the article...

• I would make a terrible blind person. I was blindfolded for most of my captivity (though the blindfold was less a blindfold than it was one of those sleepy masks you wear on a redeye flight; I peeked under it many times). I already knew I was a clumsy person, but being blindfolded amplified that a hundred times over. It was as if I had just purchased a pair of legs and was using them for the first time. Getting out of the car at the kidnappers hideout, Romeo pushed me forward and I took very short baby steps because I was afraid there was a bottomless pit in front of me. But Romeo kept pushing my torso faster than my feet were going, which caused me to fall forward over and over again. "Goddammit," said Romeo, "will you move already?" And whenever I had to get up from the basement floor, it took me several seconds to figure out how to go about it since I was handcuffed. The henchmen laughed at me as I tried to do this. I heard "What the fuck is wrong with you?" more than once. At the end of my captivity they led me back up the stairs and I walked directly into a door.

"Oops," Cody said, "that door's ajar." Thanks for the heads up, Cody.

•I don't think innocent rubes like me have a very good idea of the remarkable ease involved in torturing people. All it takes is slight, prolonged discomfort and you can quite easily induce agony in the average person. For example: Handcuffs. Handcuffs are a form of torture. The handcuffs Cody used on me were hinge cuffs. No chain. They only flexed one way and dug into my wrists all night long. And these were in front of me (I asked for this because of problems with my back; Cody cuffed me from behind at first anyway before I gently asked him to reconsider). Cuff a man behind his back and you've essentially put him in a stress position. Cuff a man, or put him in an empty room for hours or days on end, or keep him sopping wet... all of that is torture. Mild torture, but torture all the same.

•A couple times, I twisted my wrist inside the cuffs by accident and had no way of twisting it back. I have no idea how I was able to twist it to begin with. Every time Cody fixed my cuffs, it took him five minutes because they were such cheap pieces of shit. "Goddamn Korean cuffs," he said. Don't buy Korean handcuffs unless you hate the person you're cuffing.

•When I was first brought into Extreme Kidnapping's hideout, Adam took off my blindfold for a moment and showed me a small red canister. Pepper spray. We did not discuss pepper spray. "Okay Drew," he said, "This is police strength riot control pepper spray—1.5 million Scoville units. You're gonna take your blindfold off, walk down the stairs, then put the blindfold back on. If you deviate from that in any way, you get pepper sprayed in the fucking face. Okay?" I did as I was told. That pepper spray scared the shit out of me. Make sure you have all your torture bases covered before getting kidnapped.

•This will make no sense at all, but part of the reason I never uttered the safe word during my captivity—apart from the fact that I would essentially be skipping out on my job—was that I felt compelled to prove myself to my captors. I didn't want them thinking I was a pussy, even though that was clearly the case. I wanted to see this all the way through. That's a dumb guy thing. I can't believe I wanted Cody to know I was hard. I am not hard. At all. I'm pathetic. I thought that I would be kidnapped for 24 hours, but when they dumped me off after a mere fourteen (which is PLENTY), I thought that maybe I had done something wrong. Maybe I was a shitty prisoner. KIDNAP ME LONGER, GUYS! I'M TOUGH ENOUGH! In my exit interview, I asked Adam if I was the biggest pussy he ever kidnapped. Here is his formal assessment:

"I've seen whiners before and I've had people say their safe word, so all in all, you were a moderate. On the whiny side of the scale you scored above average, meaning you whined about stuff more than the avg. client. BUT, you never said your safe word either, so that counts for something in that you completed your adventure without opting out. Some whiners do it just to get on our nerves and irritate us, to force us to act, I got the sense that you were whining not to initiate a response, but to get better accommodations! lol

"I wouldn't consider you a pussy. You made it through all right."

BOOSH! Not a pussy! HIGH FIVE!

•At first, I was set to be kidnapped in Pontiac, but Adam discouraged this due to the following incident: "One time we got in a altercation with a off duty Detroit cop in a shopping plaza while waiting for our mark to come out...the cop took off and called in the Pontiac PD because he saw ski mask wearing men creeping around the lot and we got surrounded by a whole shift of police; 7 cruisers, 5 Pontiac PD, 2 Oakland county sheriffs, all got out and advanced on the car with guns drawn...that was a real dicey situation,very tense...surreal even...like in a movie...I was ordered to throw my keys out the window and get out....i told everyone to take their masks off—stay in the car...I got out and explained everything, back then our fame, uh, i mean notoriety was at its zenith so even the sheriffs deputies had heard of us and helped back up my story to pontiac pd who wasn't buying it at first...once they found out what we were about, they let us go, but with a warning not to mess around in Pontiac anymore"