The Times I Had No Chance
When she said and did it through me
In kidnap, well in a moment of roofies, it is very easy to make a person do what you want. You tell them the thing and make them do it in a few minutes, or better yet train them, tell them daily and then make them do it.
The Time With The Mayonaise
The first time I recall was a pot of mayonnaise in the store. It started with a group planning her and her fake family and friends, and saying we will put her there and make her eat the mayonnaise from the pot.
Then she at first just easily got me to do that, I suppose, age 4 there was not much to it. She would open it put her finger in my mouth and tell me to copy that. Later she would use force and violence and left me at the pots after getting things arranged.
It was stir crazy. Still don’t exactly understand her reasoning behind it. But my best guess is to make me look bad as a child, and fat mostly fat.
The To Many Times
(Child in photo is not me) ***
This behavior would continue though, and most anything I would do would be based on her instructions. Stand here, run there, drink this, eat that, and oh boy what had I done now was a thing from as early as I can remember to adult age and still organizing a phone call to break up a friendship where I could break in as fashion designer.
For years I was forced to write letters, talk certain ways, make phone calls and go to people and stay there for long periods of time. Her word against mine it was all my own decision, even though I never even knew what was happening or that she had done these things (because of the roofies).
So through her games, to others, I was a desperate young woman always badly behaving and very needy towards having a man, never letting him go, and of course looked terrible and fat. Who would want me. This was actually a line she would always repeat. She often said was just the most awesome about it.
I never even looked at any of the things she steered me to. Was quite timid, and must have appeared as a bit of a dreamer as a young child. No idea why I would even want a boy back then and a man later.
People know the real me now. I love to go out and have fun but mostly when I look beautiful and thinner. I do go out when I simply want to, and then just in a very relaxed way.
Im very single and don’t date. Very rarely. Like ones in many years. My choice, not hers. Belinda was so bad, I can’t believe it sometimes. But she was Illuminati and hired for the job, what do you expect I think to myself now!
The time “when next thing I knew” “my coffee turned in to beer and I was over”
I woke up with bottles poured over my half naked body sitting half up laying half down like a dead body. All on the floor at the entrance of a class area soccer party event. All parents walked in, all friends, all players, all area population so it seemed. I lost everyone’s respect.
A man from a bar had taken me there, a group in the bar, he knew well insisted I would like to work at the bar of the soccer club. I was easy to convince being nice I would volunteer. Ones there I was introduced and at some point, when it was the right time, I was asked to sit at the bar and have a coffee. Two young men worked conspired and gave me the coffee. . . Then abuse, my pants down, and with only some white kitchen apron on from the back I remember pictures and video’s made.
Roofies. And it all ended with me on the floor with my jean half way down sitting in a wrong position, half naked right across the entrance door when the big party started.
I forgot everything myself when the roofies wore out, and got up and walked in, wondering if something happened, but then thought it did not. But that night and after no one ever spoke with me again (more or less).
Later I remembered those were said to be two brand new employees by the crime mob that had kidnapped me. I was dirt then in the entire village and they I suppose still happily live there. . . “Life”!
They love to use coffee for roofies btw, something to know! (no joke)