here's rob stafford. >> i heard the doors clanging open, and i heard "i'm back." >> i didn't know who it was going to be or what. >> the manicured suburbs of syracuse, new york, are an unlikely setting for the tale we're about to tell. a story of rape, bondage and victims whose screams no one could hear. there is a dungeon in this story conceived in the darkest corners of the human mind and a millionaire predator who managed to imprison and control vulnerable girls and women for 15 years using chains and deceit. >> i'm not the monster that they're painting this horrid picture of, okay? >> on the surface nothing here suggests the rolling hills of onondaga county in central new york might have once been a bizarre sort of bermuda triangle, a place where women and teenage girls mysteriously vanished for months, even years at a time, only to reappear with wild stories of dungeon captivity and sexual slavery, stories that still might not be believed today if they hadn't turned out to be true. in mid-september 1988, the school year was in full swing and the syracuse football team was gearing