The 'kiss' on the bus - Fairy Tales to Horror Stories

The thing about repeated trauma is you learn quick, really quick. Albeit the things one learns are not always wholesome and healthy responses they do tend to keep a woman whole. And that is the goal in any extremely abusive situation. To stay whole long enough and keep it together just enough to be able to eventually get away.

I look back on a lot of it now and I grimace at my own faults in it all. However, I also realize that my shame, and fear, and discomfort, and pain were exactly the same weapons my abusers used against me in order to keep me quiet, and the longer I kept quiet, the more it escalated.

There never really is a “one last time”. Much like addicts, they say it’s the last time, until the next time they need “one last time”.

Before March 12th, 2022, July 2021 at the KOA was supposed to be “the last time” they lied to my poor son and told him his mother “didn’t want him” and made him wave goodbye to me without anyone even telling me he was there.

Before July 2021, November 2020 in Trinidad was supposed to be the last time. But Cochi needed to go shopping with Susan instead.

Before that Dan “couldn’t pay his bills” so they needed more money for that. And of course Susan’s gambling sprees and the races and renting out Boettcher Mansion for a month.

Before that Annie and Cristina "didn't want their husbands whore becomming part of the family" so they did a hack and slash laprooscopy torture and then joked about "framing me and leaving me rotting in sepsis in jail" after Cristina spoke to all her nurse friends and made sure they all knew I was "crazy".

I was AA sober from February 2019 until August 2020 when I got so fed up with them lying about it, or just drugging me and propping up alcohol cans in front of me saying "all she ever wants is sex" I just gave in and fell off the wagon. Not that it really mattered to any of them. They rented out Boettcher Mansion for a month, and no one even told me about it. They just lied and said they "didn't want her there around all the alcohol".... more like they didn't want to lose all the money and have me call them out on all their lies.

Oh she's a princess, she's worth millions, people actually care....No one ever told me any of this. I never received any letters, or correspondence, or invitations anywhere. Susan just responded for me with "she doesn't want to be a princess, and she doesn't want it."

And yet somehow I’ve been paraded around sicko cult “acceptance” parties that I’ve never been invited to or told about, just rufied and raped at all over CO since 2019 when I got here and Todd wanted to “show off to his friends on Telluride”.

Jim and Susan never cared. Because much like dirty cop Ducre they listened to the military boy before their own blood. Doesn’t matter that he’s an abusive sadistic homicidal torturing rapist that I was never even willingly with in the first place.

Susan Schultz and James /Jim Davis paraded me rufied and blackmailed around rape parties in CO since 2019. It started in Denver, then Matt threw one the night they kidnapped me from work at the Gilpin community center, then Cody wanted to get involved and got a new “fleet truck” out of it, and Wirth got his Vegas gambling spree and his new county contracts, and Nathan gold his new gold mine, and Megan got her new moth taxa, and Jason got his new HQ17 travel trailer, and Thomas got his new travel trailer, and Teri got her new campground, and Cochi got to go shopping, and they all got to go gambling and partying with Roy in Akron, and Vegas, and Laughlin, and had a blast blowing up trucks at the races and being famous.....

Not one of you ever spoke to me about anything. You listened to lies, and then called me “full of myself” when I didn’t cow down to your bullying and bullshit based on those same lies. You never allowed me to say anything in my defense, you just believed what you were told… it wouldn’t have been so bad if it was just rumors. But no, you sick cult fucks thought you had a “right” to put your nasty filthy cult pig hands on me because of it.

It really does blow my mind. Zhihong used to sit there and laugh and cackle about what dogs you all are, and what low class fools, and how you’ll fall for anything. He plays you like puppets and you dance for the scraps he feeds you, just like the dogs he says you are.

You send Reyes the rapist to come fetch me and to transport my children and wonder why I'm terrified of and despise all of you.

A man comes to you and tells you that your family member commits atrocities to the point that they are torturing her with no due process for “fun” and no one questions, no one asks why, no one even asks if it’s true and she deserves it…. You’re all too busy spending money and throwing orgy parties.

It’s vile, and repugnant, and please don’t flatter yourselves with this “acceptance” into your sicko cult bullshit.

I was already “accepted” in 2016. I still have the letter. You people don’t even know your own history. I’ve seen how you dishonorable filth treat your “accepted” and you disgust me.

No thank you.

Why don’t you go have Susan. Her and Jhihong’s shopping trips were all Phillip ever cared about anyways. Other than his sicko rape porn show.

There was a time in Greenlake, after the rapes had started, and Reyes and Ambrose, and Todd had started flying over to Seattle from HI. ... I was riding the bus to work one morning. I was sitting there with my eyes closed because I hadn't been sleeping because of the rapes and I was bone tired. The next thing I know I feel this honey soft pair of lips on mine. My eyes fly open to see this Asian man standing in front of me that I dont' know. I was terrified, and horrified, and scared... I slapped him. I will never forget the look of hurt on his face when he and the man sitting next to him walked off the bus at the next stop. My heart broke that morning, because it should have been a fairy tale moment. It should have been a surprise kiss from a price charming finally coming to see me after all the time I waited.... instead it was this man who I had only seen in nightmares, pretending to marry me after drugging me and letting me be anally raped before dressing me in a beautiful dress covered in shit and parading me around a "wedding party' in Greenlake, WA....

This man that was kissing me so gently, showing up out of the blue on the bus.... he was a stranger to me in all ways other than the horrors of knowing nothing more than being raped and abused then led out in front of a room full of people without even being able to clean up.

I kicked over the table of gifts, and kicked over the dirt bike, and tossed the ring....

And that was my supposed "marriage" to this man I have never known, who has never spoken to me, and I have never seen other than in nightmares, and that one day on the bus when he broke my heart and walked away.