Chloe Ayling’s chilling testimony to Italian police revealed in FULL as she exposes Black Death kidnap plot
IN CHILLING detail, British glamour model Chloe Ayling has told how she was drugged and kidnapped in Milan by a gang who wanted to auction her as a sex slave on the Dark Web.
The 20-year-old was only freed from her terrifying ordeal when her captors realised she had a baby son at home in Coulsdon, South London.
The mum-of-one was lured to Italy with promises of a photoshoot which turned out to be fake before being allegedly snatched by an infamous sex trafficking gang, known as Black Death.
Miss Ayling claims she was drugged and stuffed inside a bag before being auctioned on the Dark Web for £270,000.
She was released after six days when Polish-born Lukasz Herba, 30, who lives in Oldbury, West Mids, took her the British consulate.
Here Miss Ayling reveals what really happened to her as she gives her chilling testimony to Italian cops in this 3,500-word statement...
To understand the events I need to make clear a shoot was arranged in Paris.
I don't remember the exact day but I am certain it was at the time of a terror attack in Paris.
The appointment was that I would arrive and leave after one night.
It was arranged by my agent Phil Green way in advance, as usual.
But the details were given only a few days before, specifically that I needed to do a shot for a motorbike advert.
The flight was paid for by the client, who had paid the cost of the shoot to my agent.
My share was about £600, which I had received before leaving London.
The hotel was also paid for by the client, I think directly.
In Paris I didn't need to pay for transport or lodgings. I arrived on my own by plane.
I arrived in the morning and came by taxi to Hotel Madeline in the Fifth Arrondissement.
The taxi had been booked by the people who had arranged the shoot.
They were waiting at airport with a sign with my name.
After checking in I walked around the area.
The shoot was fixed for the next morning.
The next morning I was having breakfast when the hotel passed me a call from someone called Andre the photographer, who said the shoot was cancelled.
He said there had been a theft and they had stolen the equipment.
I don't know where it was supposed to be because they were going to send a car to collect me.
I returned to London without doing the shoot.
Returning to the airport that afternoon, by my own error, I didn't take the car that had been booked for me.
Once I got to the airport I had to phone Andre and get him to pay the taxi.
After 45 minutes he arrived in a taxi.
It was the first time I saw him.
It was the same person with which I presented myself today to British consulate in the circumstances which I will come to.
Andre paid for my taxi. I took the plane and came home and carried on with my work as a model.
I usually do various shoots, sometimes going abroad four times a month, recently to Dubai.
Andre spoke to me only in English.
Sometime after this the same photographer made a new appointment to be in Milan, which he said was a safer city.
There was no date fixed because he had to buy the equipment stolen in Paris.
Also, this time the payment for the shoot was the same as the last.
The date of my shoot was in Milan on July 11 which was sent to my email address, while I was in Dubai for work in May.
The only phone contact I had with Andre was that time in Paris.
The meeting place was told to me only a few days before leaving London.
I left alone on the July 10 from Gatwick landing in Milan and took a taxi to the hotel.
I paid for the taxi because I had already received the money.
I went to my room in the hotel which was the Best Western and had been paid for in advance.
I told my mother and agent I had arrived. I had no contact with Andre.
I spent part of the time in hotel and some time shopping. I had lunch and dinner on my own.
In the evening I stayed in my room. I only went to the gym in the hotel.
The next morning after breakfast at 8.15am I had reception call a taxi to bring me to my appointment at 9am with Andre.
I took my luggage because I was not returning to the hotel.
I had the address where the shoot was going to be and also the number of Andre.
The directions I received from him were to reach the location and if he was not there I should go inside anyway.
When I arrived I had difficulty finding the studio so I phoned Andre.
The man who responded said his name was Daniel and that Andre would arrive soon but that I should go in anyway because Daniel was waiting inside.
The studio was in a one or two floor building and I don't remember if it had a name or sign outside.
I remember there were two glass doors with dull aluminium covers.
I found the door ajar so I went in.
I don't remember anything about the room except that on my right there were panel obstructing the view from outside.
So I went toward the door and there was a sign saying, Studio.
When on July 11, I had my phone in one hand and suitcase in other.
The door to the studio was closed and before I entered a person from behind put a hand on my neck and one on my mouth stopping me from screaming. Both hands had black gloves.
A second person who also came from behind faced me.
The second man had a balaclava on so I could only see his eyes through two holes and his mouth.
He was of normal height, athletic build, muscular and he also wore black gloves.
He was dressed in dark clothes. His clothes meant you could not see his arms.
The man behind me continued to restrain me, forcing me to lift my face while the one in front gave me an injection in my right arm.
I don't know how he got to my arm because I was wearing a long sleeve leather jacket.
I felt like I didn't have enough air because the man holding me from behind was stopping me from breathing.
They didn't say anything or talk among themselves.
In being attacked I dropped on the floor what I was holding.
When they made the injection, my arm was uncovered. Maybe they had taken off my jacket but I don't remember.
The attack happened in front of the door of the studio in a narrow stretch of corridor. In those circumstances I lost lucidity.
I don't know whether as a result of lack of air or the injection.
Then I lost consciousness because when I came around I was only wearing my chinelle pink body and the socks I am wearing now.
I understood I was in the boot of a car.
Someone had taken off my jacket, my jeans - which were light coloured with dark marks - and my Adidas shoes.
The total number of people who participated in harming me up until this morning when I came to the consulate is five.
From when I was kidnapped to when I was freed today I have only seen the face of two people.
One of these is the guy who came to the consulate this morning, and who in the first instance I did not identify as one of those responsible in front of consulate and the police.
Under those circumstances, I told those present, that once I had become free I stopped a passerby to use their phone to call the only person I knew in Italy and whose number I knew by heart.
I provided this version of events only because of fear of revenge.
The man who was with me at the consulate - after my kidnapping at the studio and after two men took me to an apartment by car - was the only one who held me prisoner for entire time of my kidnapping, who watched over me, stopped me from going out or escaping, threatening me that they would kill me if I did so.
From the moment I was kidnapped and held in the flat, the man who today took me to consulate took off my handcuffs and the tape from my mouth leaving me only the handcuffs on my ankles which held me to a bedside table preventing me from freedom of movement or the possibility of escape.
The place that they held me was an apartment with two rooms. I was forced to stay on the floor of one in a sleeping bag.
As I said when I regained consciousness I had the impression of being in the boot of car.
I realised someone had put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. On my mouth there was tape.
They had put me in a bag closed with a zip. There was only a little hole allowing me to breathe.
I tried to open the hole. The boot was the kind where you have access from the front of car but there is a cover when closed stops you from seeing contents from outside.
Trying to open the bag, I had put my hands outside the bag making the cover move and attracting attention of kidnappers.
The car stopped, two people got out and opened the boot. I saw for a brief instance the face of one of these, the driver. I didn't see the face of the second person.
The driver is not the man who brought me to the consulate.
They forced me to put my hands in this bag and closed it. Neither spoke to me.
After this first stop we carried on for 45 minutes when we stopped for a second time because of my cries and movement in the back.
One of the men got out of the car hooded with a balaclava and gave me some water to drink from a plastic bottle straight into my mouth.
He took the handcuffs off and tried to put them behind my back which I opposed.
He said If I didn't agree I would get a second injection. The threat scared me and I agreed to be cuffed. When he closed the cover he put a suitcase on top. I had a tiny hole in the bag so that I could see the suitcase, partly opened, was empty.
After travelling for another 45 minutes, we stopped again because I was crying out and was stressed.
I don't know if they spoke much because the radio was on full volume.
During the third stop a man came into the boot and crouched in there with me.
Experts in evil trade
THE Black Death claims to carry out kidnappings, extortion, bombings, arms deals and assassinations.
The shadowy crime group was supposedly set up in Eastern Europe in the mid-1990s.
The group’s material can be found on the dark web — websites accessible only with special software.
Black Death boasts it kidnaps “specific targets for your needs” and guarantees free “EU delivery.”
Ads for abducted women often feature invasive photos along with breast size, height and weight. One girl was photographed with her arms tied behind her back.
It asks for payment in online currency Bitcoin, making transactions almost impossible to trace.
He had his face uncovered. He reassured me. He spoke good English. This was not the same person who came with me to the consulate.
He was about 40 years old, much taller than me, pale skinned, thin. He had brown hair and dark eyes with features which could be Polish. My mother is Polish so I recognise the features.
We travelled for a short time when we stopped again and they took off the handcuffs from behind my back at my insistence but telling me they would have to go back on once we arrived at the destination.
After another 30 minutes the car stopped. They put on my cuffs and put tape on my mouth forcing me to stay inside the bag, took me out of the boot and carried me to entrance of a building with two floors.
Here they threw me out of the bag and took off the cuffs which were on my feet and took me inside an apartment which was on the upper floor.
The man who got in the boot did not wear gloves.
The car was navy blue and long, probably a station wagon.
After they threw me out of the bag, I found myself dressed only in a pink body, knickers and grey socks.
The two men, the one that was with me in the boot and the driver, took the cuffs off my feet to allow me to walk and go up the stairs.
The driver still wore a balaclava while the other one didn't.
I didn't see the house well when I arrived because I was inside a bag and I only got out when I was at the threshold, but I saw it yesterday when at about 6pm they let me out for the first time.
I saw the building this morning before we left but it was still dark.
It was a building of two floors, white, with a door on two wooden posts, with a small garden at the front with a bit of grass and paving.
There is a wooden bench on the right of the entrance looking at the building from outside and a little window that was always closed.
The property has a low fence of about 70cm without a gate, just a gap.
To reach the house you have to walk along a bit of grass and some stone slabs.
There is a balcony on the first floor, iron I think with two wooden doors.
This property was only in the possession of the people who kidnapped me.
Next to the building on the left was a small wooden building like a barn.
We were in a rural area on top of hill and yesterday when I was allowed on the balcony for the first time I saw forests and mountains quite near.
When we left the property this morning we were on a rough road for about seven minute going down hill.
Going back to the tenth of July, the man who was with me in the boot accompanied me on the order of the other man, the driver, upstairs to the bathroom.
When they took the handcuffs off my hands I still had the tape on my mouth.
I had the impression that the driver was the one in charge, while the other man was nicer to me.
When I came out of the bathroom they put the handcuffs back on and a new piece of tape on my mouth.
Then they took me to a room where there was a chest of drawers on the right and a single bed on the left.
It was about 2pm, they made me sit on the floor on top of a blue sleeping bag.
The two men attached both the cuffs on my hands and feet to the legs of the chest of drawers immobilising me totally.
The two men spoke in a language I don't know and left me alone in the room.
After a few minutes the man with the face uncovered came and sat next to me on the floor and said to me in English they had spoken to their boss on the phone who was furious that they had taken the wrong person.
He explained to me that the boss, after Paris, had written an email saying that I should not be taken and that they had misunderstood it to mean I should be taken.
I shouldn't have been taken because the boss had seen my Instagram where there are photos showing I am a mother with a small child, and this is against the rules of the organisation. This was Black Death.
During these days they made me understand the organisation has twenty hierarchical levels and that my kidnappers were from the lowest level and the organisation carried out crimes for payment from drugs to murder operating on the Dark Web.
Police asked Miss Ayling: "How many other people where involved in your kidnap?'
Apart from the first three there was also a fourth person, who used the nickname Andre that is the guy who accompanied me today to the consulate.
During my imprisonment the kidnappers called each other using two letters.
The guy who came with me today is called MD. Here is a business card MD gave me which has an email address which I was supposed to contact to get information, which I personally had to give to mass media to give publicity to Black Death that kidnapped girls are sold from prices starting at $300,000.
But to tempt them to pay they ask for a sum similar to $75,000.
MD who said he was level 12 while the others were level 1 or 2 was the de facto boss and angry with the others because they had kidnapped a mother.
MD arrived at the place after a couple of hours and although he was against my kidnap explained that the imprisonment would not stop because the organisation had published two photos of me on the Dark Web, which were taken while I was unconscious.
He showed me them a few days later on a Black Death website.
In one of the photos you can see a flyer of the organisation with contact details and also the link to my Instagram page.
The photos verified that I was in the hands of the organisation and already some users had expressed interest in the sale although they noted I was a mum.
MD was always in the apartment day and night. Sometimes he went outside because the signal was not very good.
As soon as he arrived he took the handcuffs off and the tape off my mouth leaving my feet attached to the chest of drawers.
MD slept in the other room while from the second night he took the cuffs off my feet assuring me that sooner or later I would be freed so had no need to escape.
From that moment I always slept in his room, sharing his double bed and he was the only person who remained with me.
I didn't see the others again.
MD never sexually molested me or asked for sexual favours because Black Death prohibited or severally punished the members who touched the kidnapped girls.
MD let me move around the apartment freely but always on the first floor, preventing me from going outside.
Yesterday he allowed me to go onto the balcony and assured me that he was personally trying to have me freed.
And that he had contacted my modelling agency to pay a ransom so that they could pay the $300,000 requested.
MD asked me to provide three names of people I know who could provide the ransom money which I did.
While imprisoned I was able to wash, to have a shower. MD gave me everyday clean underwear and a T-shirt.
Even though he offered me something to eat every day, the food was not packaged and I didn't want to eat anything until Friday because I was worried and didn't trust what he gave me to eat.
Friday evening he gave me chocolate and I was dying of hunger so I ate it.
I had drunk water in sealed bottles which I trusted.
Saturday and Sunday, having in the meantime created a trusting relationship with MD, I finally accepted a plate of meat and vegetable which he gave me.
During these days, apart from the day of the kidnap, it was only us two in the house. I never went outside because he prohibited it.
MD yesterday told me that I would soon be freed as he had paid $250,000 of the sale while the rest, $50,000, I would have to pay back within a month of my freedom.
If this didn't happen, I risked death.
Yesterday he showed me the contact of an email which confirmed what he had said, saying that this email had also been sent to me.
He told me that my freedom would come with four precise conditions set out in a letter from Black Death.
Once I had gone back to UK, I must ask for the case to be dropped and not to respond to any questions or provide information of any kind.
Neither me or my family could speak badly of Black Death.
You and your family must promote the organisation through interviews.
The payment of $50,000 must be paid within a month by online payment.
If any of the conditions were not met, I risked death because they would trace me at any moment.
MD set the alarm for 4am and he said he would take me with the blue car to the consulate and leave me 15 minutes away to avoid being seen or filmed on CCTV.
He said he would call me a taxi which would take me to consulate. He would abandon the car and go away.
Before we went out he gave me the clothes I am wearing now and the trainers he bought me yesterday. He said he had changed his mind and would personally take me to the consulate and present himself as my friend.
We went to the consulate by car without stopping and arrived before it opened at 7am.
We went to have breakfast in a bar in Via San Paolo near the consulate and waited for it to open.
We went in at 9.20am.
I remember on Saturday or Sunday he showed me a Polish ID document which he said was false but that he used to rent the photo studios.
He said he had logistical bases all over Europe.
I was afraid for my life especially when I was in the car and when I saw empty suitcase.
Right after I was kidnapped I seriously feared they would kill me.
Even now I fear for my life, especially in light of the conditions explained to me by MD about Black Death because I have told you these things and because MD says the organisation has 10,000 members.
- The statement was taken on June 17, at 11.30am, in the Flying Squad office in Milan with an interpreter and British consul present
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