We were physically abused as a baby in our bassinet. (So under 6 months of age)We clearly remember being hit so hard we went unconscious.
By age 3 we were tied to a bed and being shared around a pedophile ring by our father. He too was also abusing and raping us. He was using hypnosis and mind control techniques to get us to obediently do as we were told.
At 4 years old we moved to a new neighborhood. Not a safe one by childhood standards. Our neighbor down the street, John, regularly abusing us, forcing us to perform oral sex on him.
Other neighbors in the street were also involved in some really evil events. Our next door neighbor, Mrs Ogden, used to have children over in her back yard, and with her watching, used to get them to pleasure each other. Boys and girls of all ages.
Our principle at our primary school used to abuse us and have sex with us. His name was Barry White.
We remember our father often coming into our room at night to not only sexually abuse us but to also choke us and tell us how much he hated us. He would burn us with the shower, slap us across the face.
The people that he got to help him in this task used so many evil things on us to comply. Soldering iron inserted in us. Drugs, orgies, gang rapes, and beatings. Just to name a few
At age 7 our mother headed back to work, so we headed to family day care. Not a good thing. The mother Pat was sexually abusing her son. If he pleased her, he could have his own toy to play with ....us. Not only did he sexually and physically abuse us, he also tortured us. Inserting knives inside us. Repeatedly putting our head under water threatening to drown us. Pat also wanted her turn, but she liked boys, so she made us become a boy so that we would be what she wanted. We often holidayed with them at Myponga beach. We were kept in a cage in a shed. We were raped and beaten. Another girl was kept in there with us. She was 12 and by now we were 9. They shot her dead right there in front of us in that cage. Her blood ran across the cement floor towards us. A man came and pulled us through the blood to the door of the cage, forcing us to open our legs. We were covered in blood, our friends blood. He forced us to spread our legs as he inserted into us, parts of our friend that lay on the ground, saying "I have to get it right up in there" They looked after us during holidays and before and after school for about 5 years.
During some of the school holidays we would spend it with our grandparents. This was not a good thing either. Our grandfather, Jack, used to rape us and abuse us, sometimes quite violently, in his work shed and in the house. No one seemed to notice. Our cousin Mark, though only a few years older than us, was also one for abusing us. Though I don't as yet know all the details I suspect he was merely acting out some of what was being done to him.
Well before the age of 8, we were in child prostitution. $100 per night was how much it cost to have us to yourself to pretty much do what ever you wanted. God only knows how many people we slept with then.
We were brain washed and had mind control used on us to get us to do unspeakable things to others, both children and adults.
Our mother used to have sex with us and make us pleasure her. She also used to take us to a man, who's code name was Yogi Bear. He used to rape and abuse us, and film it. He once pointed a gun at our face and said, "you tell and I'll shoot"
At 15 we were raped by our neighbor John, again. This time we conceived a baby. We were not allowed to keep it and were forced to have an abortion.
In my early forties, we stayed with our father at his house while on business. Using the old programming and mind controls he had carefully nurtured over the distance, through the years. He was able to sexually assault us while we were there, and we didn't remember it for years.
These are only some of the things we have remembered over these last few years. There is so much more to come.
We now have cut contact with all our family. We have our sons and our friends. They are few in number but they are ones we can trust. It is a lonely life, and we can depend only on ourselves. But then again it is the only life we have known.
It has not been an easy life, and some days, like today, it all just gets too much. We are tired of the fighting to survive. Knowing that the guilty live their lives free, while we live in a prison that we can never ever leave. As we delve deeper and deeper into our past more will come up. Please help not only us but the others who are still in the hands of these evil people.
If you walk with me through Hell, the rest of life is easy!
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