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he began taking his clothes off, neatly placing them on an old battered brown chair. She noticed an ugly burn-type scar on his left shoulder.
    He then got into the bed and started rubbing himself against her, before entering her with his erect penis. Katie just lay there very still, praying her nightmare would soon come to an end.
    ”He pulled out,” she later told detectives, “and ejaculated on my stomach the first time.”
    Garrido then ordered Katie to stand over him on the bed and rub her vagina and breasts and keep repeating the words “fuck me, fuck me,” while he masturbated to climax.
    “Then he told me to lie on the bed,” said Katie, “and he took a handful of Vaseline, rubbed it on my vagina and his penis and then entered me again.”
    He then forced her to have anal sex, but did not ejaculate. He also made her stand by the wall with her hands above her head, moving her hips around as he masturbated. Then he ordered her to sit on a large speaker with her legs up, roughly penetrating her with a clitoral vibrator.
    “He was hurting me,” she recalled. “I tried to push his hands away and he knocked my hands away. [He] told me to knock that shit off.”
    Next Garrido ordered her down on her hands and knees, entering her from the rear.
    “Then he made me masturbate him,” she said. “He made me stimulate his penis with my hand, and if I would slow down at any time because I was exhausted or sore, he would very threateningly say, ‘Come on, come on,’ like if I didn’t I was in trouble. Just do what I say.”
    Over a five-and-a-half-hour period, Phillip Garrido repeatedly assaulted and raped Katie Callaway at least a dozen times. Periodically, he would stop to drink wine or smoke hash or marijuana. And the higher he got, the more frenzied and priapic he became.
    “He got almost to the point of intoxication,” Katie later told investigators. “He got giggly and saying, ‘Oh, I hardly ever drink.’ He kept insisting that I take a few drinks, because I was shaking so terribly.”
    At one point he took some hash from a glass vial and filled his pipe. After taking a large hit, he handed it to Katie, who inhaled.
    “[It was] very strong,” she later testified. “It intensified all my paranoid feelings extremely. And I didn’t smoke any more, because I wanted to be fully competent, fully aware and fully alert because of the situation I was in.”
    Just after midnight, William Emery arrived home to his warehouse in Mill Street, after a long shift driving his taxi. There was a strange blue Ford Pinto with California plates parked outside Phillip Garrido’s unit next door, and he remembered how his neighbor had asked him to keep an eye on it.
    Emery went inside his unit and changed, coming out again to walk his dogs. He noticed Garrido’s Unit 39 was unlocked, so he knocked on the door a couple of times.
    “There was no response,” he later told police. “Nobody came out and there wasn’t any noise. But the hasp was down so I knew somebody was in there.”
    After writing down the Ford Pinto license plate number, he walked to a nearby gas station, calling the number Garrido had once given for emergencies. When he got no response, he got on his bicycle and pedaled to the Garrido house on Market Street.
    “There was nobody at home,” said Emery, “so I turned around and went back to the shed.”
    The strange car was still parked outside, but Emery decided there was nothing more he could do, going back inside his unit to sleep.
    After hearing the loud bangs on his warehouse door, Phillip Garrido put on his jeans and boots and went to investigate. A few minutes later he returned giggling, saying it was only the guy next door, asking about a tune on the radio. Then he started laughing, saying his neighbor probably knew exactly what he was doing.
    He poured himself another glass of wine, ordering Katie Callaway to lie down on the mattress. Then he took a large pair of orange-colored sewing scissors and