"All we have to do is never give up on you. As long as we never quit messing with you the cops will never give you a chance".

My "opinion on the subject? "Uhhhhhh... yup".

YOU CHOPPED THAT GUY UP INTO LITTLE PIECES... very little...

"How are you going to explain why you chopped that guy up into little pieces [on film]"?

"I'll tell the truth'". Truth is... I could think of no better plan than simply telling the truth.

He claimed they'd spent months having the team of bullies pick at me, hoping to build my anger, so they could motivate me to kill him after a lengthy sleep deprivation/torture session. The part where I suggested and then chopped up the body of their victim with My Buddy (and others I don't recall clearly at the time of this writing).

The self-professed gang mouthpiece bragged about the perceived integrity of the slain 'guy'. He'd been a great guy. A true pillar of the community he was from. Honor student, loved by all, a true good apple. He'd been enticed by 'easy love' from the gang's whores, he'd been shown 'the films', he even quoted as asking Duh Jerk why he didn't just hand the... cops the films of me & be done with me if only for the good of society? How could he let a scumbag like me walk free? He said the guy had been eager to accept the role of leader of a team of vigilantes whose purpose was to make my life as miserable as possible. He even commented on how easy it was to convince him to gleefully help in my month-long rape/torture/sleep-deprivation session. He smiled when he bragged it all made it easy to set him up so he'd be easy to kill for drugged-up & sleep deprived me.

It is all really really fuzzy.

Soooo... we stabbed him to death. Then the subject changed to what to do with the body?

I suggested we chop him up & dispose of the body.

Using handsaws, we chopped him up, threw his body in the trash.

He said they'd made discreet inquiries of his family, even fingered me & boasted of the gang's 'best of' film of an actual interrogation filmed in my own home & whatever were my answers (I recall little of the actual conversation) & his good guy pillars of the community family couldn't wait to oppose me one day on behalf of the gang.

He bragged the only thing unusual about it (business as usual for the gang other than this) was they'd decided not to recruit the family. Ensuring there'd be no loose end that could lead back to the gang.

A more talkative contact told me not to believe it. Of course, they'd used the situation to recruit & fleece the family.

I'm sorry...

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By Mitch Hotts mhotts@medianewsgroup.com
Jun 3, 2019

"WE OWN THE COPS"!

EVERY COP I EVER TALKED TO KNEW MEMBERS OF THE CHILD-MOLESTING COMMUNITY WERE DOING THESE THINGS JUST LIKE I CLAIM

EVERY RAPE SHELTER I EVER CALLED FOR COUNSELING TOLD ME THE SAME THING: THAT MY STORY IS A DIME A DOZEN, A COMMON ONE IN THE USA.

THESE THINGS BEING TRUE AT WHAT POINT CAN WE DROP THE PRETENSES AND GET DOWN TO SOME SERIOUS INVESTIGATIONS? IT'S NOT FOR ME, IT'S FOR THE CHILDREN THEY BRAG THE GANG IS VICTIMIZING EVEN AS YOU READ THIS!

NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SON... The gang brag I'm singing their praises by writing this...

Sooooooooooooooo? How does one shake off their lifelong stalkers? Really? I'm just asking is all. Is it even possible to get the gang off of me? (Picture me snapping my fingers at... cops to snap them out of their trance) SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! HEY! I'm addressing you... cops. I'll ask again. Can a victim of America's rapist community be freed from them? If the answer is yes, then how? What deed or deeds can a victim do to extricate themselves from a tough nationally interconnected rape gang? SNAP! SNAP! What? Tell me!

If the answer is no, then I ask WHY NOT? How come I have to be destroyed, slowly? Answer THAT if it is not your intention to submit me to a Hernandez-Walter Test. Answer THAT if any of you has an ounce of integrity. Answer THAT if even a single one of you has courage.

Nothing new under the sun? I thought I'd reserve this page for a few, as of yet, untold tales.

NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN.

Ecclesiastes 1:9 King James Version

9 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

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Keep in mind they are regularly taking me to gang-rapes. Men & women, children & animals, & appliances are all used.

A MORE 'TALKATIVE WITNESS'... Game over...

Versions of this tale happened a few times & could be applied to several people.

Sooooooo... I had a few gang bangers over the years talk to me. Some even gave me info. Generally speaking... I was polite, but not thankful to them.

Then, sometimes during torture, sometimes not Duh Jerk pointed out I knew things I should not. Or more likely told me he knew I had a contact because I'd told his dirty... cops while filing a police report. Who was it?

More often than not I told him exactly who it was.

Later, during my next session or maybe in the school he, the contact, the 4 Stars, & many jocks discussed it.

Oddly, at the 1st few, they called me a liar. From Jerk who doubted I'd so easily betray my contact to the contact themselves denying it all.

Eventually the conversation turned to why? Why would I betray an informant/?

I'll explain it simply now. I betrayed no one. I looked the informants in the eye & told them owed them nothing. They came to me. I told them I despised their lifestyle & the thought of taking one of them down for free appealed to me.

I added. "There's

After the 1st few now the gang believes me whenever I finger anyone.

The only thing worse than being their enemy is being one of them!

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE... MY ONLY SUNSHINE... A RAY OF HOPE CAME... JUST THE ONCE...

Sooo... there I was... in my crib... diaper, firetruck, end of the list of possessions. It's kinda fuzzy as it's close to the beginning of the mathematic formula listed below in "The Plan". Sitting in my crib. Staring out into the featureless room I called my world. There was a dresser & a baby changing table only company ever used. I rarely if ever left my barred cell. Oh, they had a nice name for it, "The Crib". I sat alone, often in filth, my every utterance or sound meant an instant painful reprisal & that was pain and lots of it.

While asleep I push the firetruck off my mattress & it falls to the floor. BAMM! Not that loud really, it was about 6" & maybe 2' fall distance to the hard floor.

The door burst open! SLAM! My Mother (Honor honor honor) or Dad (Honor honor honor) or My Mother's Brother would come in, accuse me of having made a sound, & slap me up for it. Blows were almost exclusively to the face but sometimes were to the upper body, arms, back, or bottom. While I'll only write 3 slaps I assure the reader it was always more, lots more & could be very lengthy & even brutal if there was company present.

For the record. I hated that firetruck & begged for it to be taken away from me permanently if only to end the pain in my life it was a focus of.

Today the door opened & it was My Mother & her Parents. They told me My Mother was sick & needed to go someplace to get well for a while. Until she got better, I was going to stay with someone for a while. Someone I'd never met before. She neither looked nor acted sick at that time in my opinion, then or now.

Soooooooooooooooooo... they took me to a house. There they put me under the care of a woman I'd never met before, her name escapes me. Even who she was in relation to the family escapes me at the time of this writing. She was a friend of the family. How long I was there? Idano? Coupl'a weeks? She had black hair, rather large hips, probably in her 40s-50's by my present-day guess.

She wasn't slap happy like the rest of the world was to me, she seemed to have patience & showed me only love. She, like everyone around her, seemed to be in awe I could walk or talk, as though I was too young to do either.

She let me roam her house, some. She was a Christian woman & discussed God with me. She talked about sin & God's forgiveness. She taught me to witness to others & I began to do that full-time. I preached repentance & God's forgiveness to anyone who would listen & I was glad to do it 24-7 with my every waking moment. I began to love God & would lay down my life for him & was happy to witness to every soul I encountered & you know what? Many people did convert, they agreed to change their ways, to give up sin & get their heart's right with God.

She took me to church, even went out in public with me a few times.

Present-day me is disappointed that neither she nor I preached that it was Jesus who died for our sins & that accepting his atoning death as payment for our sins & turning from our sins was the only way into Heaven. But I tried my best. I prayed a lot.

Time passes...

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Tick, tick, tick...

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I'd almost forgotten my family & the life of pure horror I lived whenever one of them was nearby. My Mother showed up with her Parents to get me. I begged the woman who'd been caring for me to not hand me over to them. Telling her that they were mean. That they locked me in my room all day, beat me, & wouldn't feed me (save by bottle). I refused to go.

My Mother told me her sickness had caused her to turn over a new leaf. That she'd be a better Mommy, that I would no longer be locked in my room all day, & I'd get real food.

The woman convinced me My Mother was genuine. So, I agreed to go, happy that My Mother had agreed to turn over a new leaf.

When I got home, she ordered me to bed. When I protested, she said just this once, just for today. Tomorrow I could come out.

She nor none of my family turned over any new leaves except for a desire to inflict even more pain & cruelty on me.

Whenever we visited anywhere, I was always sure to witness to them. I preached turning away from sin & God's forgiveness. Yeah, I had quite a few converts who told me they would change their ways. Most of them told me that it the fact I was so young & could walk & talk that convinced them. That & a few of them had watched me to see if I walked the talk. Eventually, one of those converts was one of My Cousin's good friends.

This story is true to the best of my ability.

THE PLAN... Always have a plan... When torturing babies for fun & profit...

I figure that since I'm probably doomed no matter what... write about the stuff I was reluctant to write about before... and why not? At this point is there ANYTHING I can write that could possibly hurt my case even more? Is there a single story I can write that'll make... cops give me the time of day? So, I'd suppose, as I grit the pain in my often-broken wrist... I'm writing on autopilot... because I really only care so much at this point...

Sooooo... there I was... age unknown. I'll call it... X+2Weeks+-=Y. The X stands for when my thoughts congealed in my then "baby brain" & I achieved sentience & I'd been around about 2 weeks or so. Give or take. It was a rough 2 weeks. Lots of pain. I'd watched some TV. Learned to talk... basically. I was still asking the occasional word's definition here & there. No outside time, but I'd suppose that would be normal for many babies. We'd discussed morality, Good, evil, the shadowy grey areas (mostly evil just poorly explained & wrapped in the self-justification of the individual explaining it). I'd had religion discussed with me & had chosen to serve the Lord. I talked about God full time & had even made several converts all of whom were amazed I could talk let alone discuss life-changing morality. My message was the same. I had good news. You didn't have to spend eternity in hell. Get your heart right with God & quit your sinning ways & you could get into Heaven when you die.

Oddly enough... "My Cousin"... a self-professed Devil-worshiper told me he didn't like my attitude. His friends either.

He just "had me" one day. He said My Mother had "given" me to him at his request & he wanted to chat.

Me too. "I've got good news for you. You don't have to go to hell when you die" I told him. He could get his heart right with God, turn from his sinning ways & live in Heaven forever.

He refused. He told me to wait with his Jock while he talked about what they'd do with me. Then he & another man walked into the next room. They argued. "Do you hear him? People are going to follow him". Mumble mumble mumble...

I tried witnessing to the guard. He refused.

Mumble mumble mumble...

The other man spoke. "But he's just a baby"!

Mumble mumble mumble...

"My Cousin" came brazenly walking in & belted me in the face with an open fist sending me hurling into a wall! WHACK!!! SLAM!!!! Yeah, I started crying. Hard. Big tough me huh? He told me he did that now because he wanted to give my face time to heal before he took me home, so it was best to beat me up sooner than later.

"But I'm just a baby"! I said as I wept.

"I know". Entirely the reason he was going to beat me up now, break a few face bones, just a few, & give me time to heal before taking me back home. He pounded on me for a while. Baby blows you could say. Kinda makes it sound tame huh? The blows were not tame at all & soon he & his Jock slapped me over & over between them. Each hitting me & sending me reeling to the next. Not long... maybe 5 minutes or so. "Hurts don't it"? It was here that he told me he hit me using an open fist vs a closed fist. "Just enough to break the bones of the face but not kill them". Smiling while he explained the joys of torturing children, his hobby. When I asked, he told me it took some finesse, finesse gained through experience. Some children he didn't hit hard enough, he'd barely disfigured them. Others, he'd crushed the faces of & even killed a few children learning how to get it just right.

Then 2 new guys came in & took over. My Cousin told them to keep hitting me just as he'd demonstrated.

They did. How long? Days? Weeks. They later said weeks. I had no idea what a week was. Once in a while, some people said numbers to me when I asked but since I had no idea what the numbers were (I recognized they were in fact numbers though) the actual numbers spoken meant nothing.

Weeks? Idano? Here's what it's like to type the word slap over & over for just a minute or so...

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Fade to black...

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Eh, you get the idea. Not a lot of fun. They approached it with a grim reality kinda outlook in my opinion.

Rinse... lather... repeat... (as a mid-Michigan... cop you're probably overcome with laughter at this point. Ask your Annapolis MD counterparts in crime what to do to treat your bruised from laughing too hard ribs. They'll probably have some cool tricks & tips for you. Just a guess?).

Delirium set in...

Filming... lots of films... SLAP! Do as we say (not what they said)! Answer this mundane question! Answer that mundane question! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

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Delirium... films... posing with me in movies & still shots...

The slapping become s more of a push. What's it like to be pushed awake for days? Weeks? I'll just write the word push over & over for a minute or so. Being delirious & sleep-deprived is just icing on the cake.

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Fade to black... again...

I awoke lying n the back seat of some car. The drugs & the delirium still firmly gripped my mind & I drifted in & out of reality... Not as glamorous as I make it sound (had to put the disclaimer in, Mid-Michigan... cops might figure I was having the time of my life or something here... or so they tell me).

Soooo... drifting in & out of reality. My Cousin stopped the car & demanded answers of me. When I could give none he slapped me. Hard! SLAP! Then he kept driving...

I recall staring up, at the sky & the trees. I'd seen the sky & trees on TV. I couldn't concentrate. We turned left, we turned right. I stared up. Time passes. My Cousin demands answers... I can give none....

Time passes... The streamers... the ripples fade away & I answer My Cousin. He seems relieved.

We drove for a time... the car stopped & he ordered me to get out. yanking me out when I just laid there.

I looked around. I was home. I'd seen the outside once or twice. I also knew what a... cop car was & there was one parked behind us with a... uniformed... cop inside. Mid-Michigan's finest no doubt. My Cousin saluted him & he saluted back & drove away.

My Cousin asked me if I knew why a... cop had followed us?

I asked if it was because he stole a baby?

No... he was bringing me back home, he wasn't stealing me he said. The... cop was there in the unlikely event he got pulled over with a drugged baby in the back of his car. If so the... cop could claim he was about to make an arrest, be the arresting officer, & facilitate a cover-up to save him. He just wanted me to know & hoped I'd tell what he'd just done to me to my [parents.

Me? I really hadn't thought about it. Delirium huh? I wasn't sure what had just happened?

He noted that. He said that while questioning me on drugs it seemed like I wasn't even sure "this" was happening to me. He was disappointed... after all, he'd gone through a lot of trouble & invested a lot of time & money in torturing me for weeks just now & he'd hate for me to not bring it up to my parents.

He ordered me inside.

My Mother was inside. Honor Honor Honor. 1st thing she asked was why I was so thin?

He said it was because I wouldn't eat. I was a "brat".

My Mother seemed very angry. If a baby wouldn't eat he should've brought me straight home, not kept me to emaciation.

I was soundly slapped up by My Mother for my accusation. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I'll write 3 slaps... the true number escapes me at the time of this writing for everyone involved... but it was a lot more than 3. Then she sent me to bed.

My Cousin came in. He told me he was going to order the sum of my family to ask me what had happened to me. Why was I so thin? Then order each one to punish me for lying as a demonstration of his power over me. They do so over the coming days or weeks. Stopping only when I become bruised they tell me so the next batch of tormentors don't ask questions. Each believing the little slice of evil they did to me wasn't "that bad". "It's not so bad. I'm only doing it to him just this once because he's being a brat".

Daddy (Honor Honor honor). "Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Mother's Bro. "Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Mother's Sisters. "Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Alleged Friends of the Family. "Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Alleged cousins. "Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

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"Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Why are you so thin"? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Well... you get the idea.

Delirium fades some. Sitting in my cell... I mean "The Crib" I decided I'd better come up with a plan to end the pain.

The only problem? I couldn't even come up with a bad plan. So I outlined a few plans as best I baby could & figured I'd choose the best of the bunch. I'll spare my readers the worst plans.

I even came up with a saying. "A bad plan is better than no plan". It just had to be.

My plan? Get ready to laugh laugh laugh if you work for Michigan Law-Enforcement. My plan? The grande plan? The best of the best plan baby Dave could come up with?

The best plan I could come up with was... I was a Christian. By being the best Christian I could be and by being absolutely obedient maybe i could beat this. I'd be the best Christian I could be & it'd all work out. But only if I could keep my ethics pure. I'd pray, be ethical, be the best Christian I could be, and somehow, some way, it'd allllllllllllllllll work out.

How'd that work out for me? It was a very painful time of my life for the next few years.

Over the years "The Plan" got changed & amended. Written here.

AGE THE PLAN HOW'D THAT WORK OUT FOR ME?

11 or less Complete obedience to god & family Ethically I felt pretty good. Spiritually too. I revived lots of pain.

12 I'd act a little crazy The gang backed off some. Family too. Slightly less painful

13 To avoid Mercury I'd act insane Gang &... cops felt self-righteous tormenting me. Pain was maddening

15 Give up. Stick to acting crazy in lieu of a better plan I like crazy talk, it gave me relief. Literally saved me.

16 Live long enough to join the military & escape At least I had a goal, a reason to live...

17 Join the Military I escaped. Saved my mental health. I had order for once.

19 Free from the military. Become gaming bum It's sorta like a surfer bum. But without the sun. Lots of talking in RPGs lets me talk insane (to both satiate the gang & give me the relief

I so desperately needed)

24 Got my faith back. Serve God I have never made a friend in a church in the sum of my life. lonely times. I've never been bitter about that fact. I just accept my station in life

25 Get married. Serve God Not an ideal marriage. But is there such a thing? I do not consider them a plus in my then life. I'm working. I'm doing all the cooking. I'm cleaning, kids, & soon taking care of a crippled addled wife & the entire world hates me as i do it. I never really cared. I'm enduring insults for the next several decades as my New Wife tells everyone she meets sooner or later that I beat her. Sadly. I figure she's saying this to gain attention because her "condition" has left her void of friends. So, I put up with it. Almost never confronting her. Look up the word "pity" to figure out why I didn't confront her.

28 Get back into gaming Drown my sorrows smoking pot & playing RPGs.

45 Run for it Oak has my body surgically cut up. Until now I'd always been afraid to flee (of course. People & even... cops told me Bay City was a nice place. Thus, logically fleeing to other places had to be a worse option. Right?) So, I picked a spot at random & fled there, moving annually or semi-annually as the gang keeps following me, starring me in child-porn, & inflicting the pain & trying to get me to kill people. You know... same old same old.

45 Quit acting crazy to avoid Mercury I loved talking crazy. Still do. I figured it was time to grow-up. Until now I was afraid... yeah afraid to quit acting crazy. After all, if i did wouldn't a sudden "saneness" indicate to... cops that I was a liar about premeditatedly acting crazy to avoid Mercury treatments? A huge gamble I agonized over.

52 Buy a sailboat Lured by a "bait & switch" here I am in Annapolis MD.

52 The present:

Well... here I am.

Sigh...

53 Repent, get my heart right with God I've been soul-winning on my own a long time now. Sure I've

sowed a lot of seed but until now seen little reaping. So now I'm going to church, trying to sin less as opposed to trying to be sinless which no man

can achieve. I preach Jesus & turning from sin with the time I have left.

"My Cousin" bragged to me, often, that it was the very act of torturing babies, toddlers, & children that made him untouchable by law enforcement. That the level of pure evil he aspired to achieve just wasn't possible for the minds of law-enforcement to believe. Thus, he was assured that his every victim would be called a liar or insane when they cried to law-enforcement for help because no one was capable of that level of evil.

Did his plan work? Mine, the Author's opinion? Yup! So far... it has. The plan worked, it's always worked, and the gang boasts it always will work. "The cops know there are people out there doing this stuff". But anyone reporting it is obviously crazy, a liar, or both. It's only logical. What other explanation could there possibly be?

My advice? Pray that you never find yourself in a position where the only thing between you & a lifetime of rape is Mid-Michigan Law-Enforcement.

Pray...

THE PLAN... Always have a plan... FOLLOW-UP... PRACTICAL Joke... or lifestyle choice??? Idano???

Sooooo... "My Cousin" came waltzing into my room later. Odd only in that he rarely confronted me in my house before or after this, preferring to always have multiple escape routes & hidden cameras available at My Mother's Parents.

My Cousin was drunk, he said he was partying with my Parents & their friends & asked me why I thought I never got to meet my Parent's friends nor hang around the parties nor come out of my room? When I answered I didn't know why he boasted it was by his orders. Only to be mean. No other reason. He said he enjoyed torturing children, particularly them of loyal families because he need not fear police retaliation.

Not the weirdest thing he said & he repeated the next thing over the years. I'm not endorsing it, the gang brag it's their million lies repeated by victims that destroys them. "A victim endorses our lies when they repeat them to police". & "The Police will never believe a victim who comes to them with 3 or more lies".

He asked me to recall my 1st days. He said My Family were not my family but I'd been a kidnap victim of his, to get revenge on the family who had me & to steal me. The walking & talking baby of his enemies was worth a fortune in the sex biz. His biz. "But you were already a Christian when we took you".

Oh it gets weirder. He claimed the gang used a drug that erases memory, but leaves the basic skills intact. "You were still a Christian". Useless, as I was a very vocal Christian.

Sooooo... that's why he took me to the place to be tortured. It was also why he belted me in the face. To break the fragile bones in my new-born face. "I did the same thing to your Mother when she was young & to your Aunt Becky".

What could I do but listen? I was a captive audience.

Done correctly the victim looks kinda ugly, but is passible in society. Perfect for marking a victim for a life of sex slavery he intended for me as punishment for the was I talked to him. When I doubted him, pointing out I thought my Aunt was beautiful he complained he felt he didn't hit her hard enough, so she looked kinda pretty still. He'd deal with that one day.

He said it was part of the kidnapping cover-up. That the face bones, broken similarly gave the victims a "family resemblance" he found useful in covering up kidnappings.

"You want proof? The Tanners can't wait to torture you whenever they can & the George's couldn't give a s _ _ _ about you". He promised they never would (score: 1 half-truth there, they often were nice to all my siblings but tormented or ignored me as the case may be over the years).

Sooo in conclusion. The only endorsing I'm making is only a fool would trust a professional liar.

PRACTICAL joke or lifestyle choice?

Yawn...

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At this point it gets quite horrible & My Cousin is only warming up. I'll get to that later. For now we'll continue the story from when I got home from that filmed painfest. The end of which is already written before i began the beginning here.

Why did I tell you the math formula?

X+2 Weeks+-=Y? So you could appreciate the changes "The Plan" had on me. I'd be a liar if I didn't say it'd changed me. Before I was a happy soul-winner convinced I was on my way to Heaven and all too glad to take as many people as possible to Heaven with me no matter what horrors life might bring. I was into soul-winning 24-7 & I loved my God with all my heart & this is no exaggeration.

Now consider the torment, the torture I'd been through. X+2Weeks+-=Y Now we take Y & add a solid month of unsleeping torture. X+2 Weeks+- + 4T =YZ. 4T= the month of unsleeping torture they inflicted on me. YZ= "the new me" shaped by the experience. In a way, lots more time in sentience when you consider that my previous time of sentience was mostly sleep. That literally means I lived... in pure waking hours... 4, 5 maybe 6-8 lifetimes of torture & unsleeping torment at the hands of those who loved to inflict it. Yeah... it changed me. It changed me for the worse.

I was no longer the 24-7 soul-winner, oh sure, I did do it, but not with the same joy as before. Part of me just wanted to be a normal kid, to fit in. Maybe try to make some friends.

"My Cousin" made it a point to go to as many of "my converts" as possible & break them down. A few of them told me they planned to stay Christians & were glad I preached to them. But they saw a change in me, I'd "lost that spark". Others My Cousin encouraged to beat me up & some slapped & even beat me with fists claiming I'd defrauded them. That I wasn't acting like I had before & they felt cheated. So they mercilessly pounded on me.

I shall adress the reader here. Maybe when X+2Weeks+-=Y + 4T =YZ comes into YOUR life you'll handle it better than I did? When it does feel free to send me a message & tell me about how much better YOU handled the situation than I.

This is true to the best of my ability.

"My Cousin" used to summon me to him, alone, on occasion, often emptying the house & even the Grande Parties to do so. Then he'd chat with me about who we may have killed recently, who got hurt, who lived, who was going to die next. You know, typical kid stuff in America. Every once in a while, he brought up various serial-killers in America & would tell me why he admired them. Mostly because they were in the same religion as he was.

When I asked him why he was telling me these things he usually told me it was because he didn't respect the people around him at the Grande Party. But he granted me at least some respect. Why? "Because you're a killer".

Many a time, beer can symbolically in hand he tell me things. "From one killer to another".

Just another tale of typical Americana? I only ask because I have nothing to compare it to?

The Last Snitch was teasing me that he could never be arrested because he was a homosexual. Explaining he felt otherwise straight except for his oral desires with young boys.

Stating in so many words that... cops would never arrest him, lest powerful anti-homosexual defamation groups come down hard on them.

He could kill anyone, rape anyone, steal from anyone & no... cop could ever touch him.

The strange stuff your stalker brags when you're on the road coming back from your latest gang rape.

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