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refused and then he taped her mouth shut, placing the coat back over her without bothering with the blindfolding.
    A few minutes later, Garrido pulled into a gas station, stopping in front of a pump. Lying on the floor by the front passenger’s seat completely bound and gagged, Katie was terrified. Before getting out of the car to fill up at the pump, Garrido warned her not to scream for help, or he’d come back and hurt her.
    Then he attempted to fill the Ford Pinto with regular gas, but when the nozzle would not fit, as it only took unleaded, he threw a fit.
    “He jumped back in the car very nervous and upset,” Katie recalled. “He started up the car and demanded to know why the gas nozzle wouldn’t fit my car. He just started yelling at me . . . that I had done it on purpose so he couldn’t put gas in the car.”
    Now Katie was terrified he was really going to hurt her. She desperately tried to speak, but was unable to make a sound with her mouth taped shut.
    “You’re trying to tell me something—right?” asked Garrido.
    Katie nodded her head.
    “Okay,” he said. “I am going to take the tape off a tiny little bit. If you try to scream, you are going to get hurt.”
    Garrido then pulled back the tape a little, and Katie managed to say, “Unleaded.”
    He then put the tape back over her mouth, pumped unleaded gas into the car and drove away.
    Five minutes later, he pulled over to the side of the road. He had calmed down, saying he knew she was uncomfortable and removed the tape from her mouth. He also took off the strap that bound her neck to her knees, loosening the handcuffs a little.
    He then lifted Katie over the front seats, laying her facedown on the back seat, and throwing his coat back over her.
    Then he headed east on Highway 50, back toward the Nevada border.
    “He seemed very nervous,” she later said, “very uptight . . . and scared.”
    As the coat was slightly open, Katie could just see out of the back window, and she now tried to see where he was taking her. At one point, just over the Nevada border, she recognized a distinctive brick house, a few miles past Zephyr Cove.
    As Garrido had told her it would be a long drive to their destination, she now tried to strike up some kind of rapport with her kidnapper in order to survive.
    “I was terrified,” she later testified. “I tried to engage him in some normal conversation to try and figure out what kind of person had abducted me, what was going through his mind, how best to cope with the situation that I was in to get myself out of it alive. I was trying to keep myself alive.”
    When she asked his name she took him by surprise.
    “Phil,” he replied, but immediately realizing his mistake, said it was actually “Bill.”
    Then she asked why he had selected her. Garrido then replied it was her fault, because she was so attractive. She asked what turned him on about raping young women. Garrido thought for a second, replying that it wasn’t the pain. He said it was just a fantasy that he had to live out, and he had no real control over it.
    Trying to relate to her attacker, Katie pretended she too fantasized about being raped. She said maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he didn’t hurt her, and only wanted to give her pleasure.
    She then asked if he was married. Garrido said he was and that he and his wife shared a “very heavy” and “happy” sex life. She was aware of what he did and understood his needs, he said, even buying the handcuffs from a pawn shop store.
    “He was happily married,” Katie recalled. “And that the main reason he was doing this was because of a sexual urge. That he just really enjoyed it, and he had done it twice before.”
    Phillip Garrido said none of his friends knew what he was really like, and would never believe him capable of something like this.
    Soon afterward, Katie Callaway recognized they were passing through Carson City, when they hit a stoplight outside a casino and she saw a billboard.