Sonny
We hand wrote for a while and then closed our eyes but we keep having flashbacks of seeing babies. Drugged and dead. "Your not getting out this room until you give us a bairn." Thinking that was me us. They knew we couldn't show who we were because if we did it would of triggered something particularly unsurvivable at the time. They were saying they were thinking about handing me over to some very powerful, rich, ambitious and evil sorts that had been hunting for me in particular for a long time but the Scots had lied and hide us from so they could use me themselves. It wasn't scaring us much by that point. We knew it wasn't something they could do by this point. They had based it all in Scotland because of its long slavery and extreme public and domestic abuse traditions but that had meant we had no choice but desimate the rings whenever we could just so we could survive. By 2008/2009 the Scottish rings were fragments of what they had been outside of the police and there were few people like me they could access and the less of us they have the less the can manipulate, torture and trigger those they have left.
But they had managed to find out that certain types who we couldn't survive being handed over to again in the condition we were in they were all about "making the most of it" with arguments and power struggles about what, when and who that would involve and whether or not we would live. They loved to argue about who got us for what when in front of me, they obviously got a kick out of it. And of course influential and violent scum from across the globe was worried about how we would be controlled in the future as they were getting lots of pressure to get me out of there before they killed me or I killed the Johnstons. A bairn that lived and would be given to ring members to bring up, abuse, program, sell and used against us was decided on. Bertie himself brought the news into the room that it had all been given approval from on high. Sonny.
Last year lots of what was left of the rings that turned up for more slavery and sadism was taken out. It was great just being about to walk around outside with them dropping them flies around me and only having to do some myself. We knew the powers that be would not be happy about losing their famous fuck division so we used them as collateral to get a few hours access to Sonny and some other stuff. We wanted to slay them all so badly but it would of been out of pure hate and they were all bots anyway so focused on the positives and walked away. We knew that in some of their heads they believed it was a certainty that they would have me again soon and it was so nice just knowing that was not the case. Someone had the idea of bringing out some of their most significant support in everything they had done to me and my sisters and any child or vulnerable person they got their hands on and shooting them in the head in front of them.
We knew we had seen those sick made for radio faces pale with the possibility of consequences before but this time it was different. They can't hurt us without all kinds of support and it was dying in front of them. We felt a little safe and really could walk away this time and not look back.
The calls were coming in fast at some points to, the guy who calls us "toilet" dead. So many more. Some British armed forces turning up for real without or against orders to offer assistance and we had to tell ourself to chill a bit about that once we told them they were appreciated and who to check in with, still hard not to feel hope. Especially in that weather and scenery.
But they had managed to find out that certain types who we couldn't survive being handed over to again in the condition we were in they were all about "making the most of it" with arguments and power struggles about what, when and who that would involve and whether or not we would live. They loved to argue about who got us for what when in front of me, they obviously got a kick out of it. And of course influential and violent scum from across the globe was worried about how we would be controlled in the future as they were getting lots of pressure to get me out of there before they killed me or I killed the Johnstons. A bairn that lived and would be given to ring members to bring up, abuse, program, sell and used against us was decided on. Bertie himself brought the news into the room that it had all been given approval from on high. Sonny.
Last year lots of what was left of the rings that turned up for more slavery and sadism was taken out. It was great just being about to walk around outside with them dropping them flies around me and only having to do some myself. We knew the powers that be would not be happy about losing their famous fuck division so we used them as collateral to get a few hours access to Sonny and some other stuff. We wanted to slay them all so badly but it would of been out of pure hate and they were all bots anyway so focused on the positives and walked away. We knew that in some of their heads they believed it was a certainty that they would have me again soon and it was so nice just knowing that was not the case. Someone had the idea of bringing out some of their most significant support in everything they had done to me and my sisters and any child or vulnerable person they got their hands on and shooting them in the head in front of them.
We knew we had seen those sick made for radio faces pale with the possibility of consequences before but this time it was different. They can't hurt us without all kinds of support and it was dying in front of them. We felt a little safe and really could walk away this time and not look back.
The calls were coming in fast at some points to, the guy who calls us "toilet" dead. So many more. Some British armed forces turning up for real without or against orders to offer assistance and we had to tell ourself to chill a bit about that once we told them they were appreciated and who to check in with, still hard not to feel hope. Especially in that weather and scenery.
