There it was again, those screaming voices in my head. The ones that kill me slowly reminding me of my tragic past. The reason i'm here in this distorted place, the place I have to spend the rest of my life paying for the crimes I committed.
So you're wondering where I am and what I did?. It all happened when I was thirteen years old when my mom meet Jeffrey Clay her forth husband and my third molester. She was a drunken ex fashion model who didn't have a thing to her name.
I always kept to myself most of the time, while she drinks and fills my life with insults. Jeffrey started befriending me and before long I knew it would happen. I was a victim of rape all done by my short lived stepdads and it was about to happen again. Jeffrey came to my room that night he told me "he would take everything away from us if I don't corporate". The usual threat I was accustomed to so i surrendered without consent and let him tear me apart. Tears running down my eyes I screamed because of the physical and emotional now you're thinking why I didn't tell me haha. That's the reason she hates me in the first place because I told her I was raped by my stepdad.
I love my mom so I endured the pain. After he was finished I did the regular routine changed the sheets, took a bath n cried myself to sleep while wrist bleed as if it was crying too. I woke up to see his wretched face in my room. Round 2 he couldn't get enough I often if my mom did not notice but she was too drunk to function.
Three years passed and he would come everyday and night. I finally had enough. I decided to prepare dinner on a warm November night. I found one of my moms sexy lingerie which fits beautifully to my budding teenage body. I seduced Jeffrey that night at the dinner table my hand caressed his thighs and I got totally playful. My mom passed out from the tranquillizer I gave her. I lured him into my room letting him think that i want him so badly. We kissed and l put him to lay down.
I whispered in his "I love seeing my men tied up" and I began tieing him up. I told him I'll be right back and I went into the kitchen for my ax and video camera. I felt empowered for the first time. I started laughing Like i was psychotic or crazy. I got to the room and i began butchering the son of a bitch. He screamed and I laughed it was good seeing him die in agony kinda like the way he killed me inside. After i was i called the police and confessed.
How did I end up here?. On the court day my mom spat in my face and told me she hated me. I cried and couldn't look back at her. The jury listened to my testimony and I watched my tape. I was sentenced to life imprisonment in an asylum because i was mistaken to be psychotic. But i believe if you play your cards right you can get away with anything. 😊
