This makes me sick...
WOW!!! Sorry could only watch about a minute of the video before vivid memories pierced through my mind of some of the tortures I endured through my childhood years.
Even thought some in here wish I never survived, I'm glad I did.
I can, how about in many cases one's own mother.
After my father was brutally murder by unknown subjects, my mother was left to care for my 2 siblings and me by herself. Alone, impoverished, grasping, and enraged, she planted in me a terror that grew to epic proportion. As if to expiate her own painful existence, she meted out punishment without relent or remorse for even the smallest of transgressions, whether real or imagined.
While still a toddler I was selected as her prime target for practicing various forms of torture. With a morbid ardor she was delighted by the evidence her efforts produced. Bruises, welts, cuts, gashes, second even third degree burns, could be provided by a various media. Weapons of an untold variety were used, among them thick cords, sticks, machetes, knives, shoes, ropes, wire, pots, pans-all proved reliable.
But all of these paled to her undisputed favorite, blazing firewood. Pressing a burning stick into my 7 year old flesh, she would speak assurance of love and redemption. I would plead "mama please don't love me anymore!" Often, after beating me until she was exhausted, she voiced regret: "You ugly sonuvabytch, I should have aborted you! But I WILL KILL YOU- I will kill you - only slowly... and painfully..."
After spent from exertion Mother would typically grind salt into my open wounds. On other occasions she would make a spread of rice, corn, gravel or coke stoppers. I was then ordered to kneel while holding a heavy stone with my arms held high for ten minutes. She would hit me if I lowered my arms and this would result in an increase of the sentence to 20 minutes. The ritual would more often end though, when she declared "Enough!" or until I passed out.
I was not yet old enough and such concepts seemed foreign and distant to me. I began to contemplate death as the only way out.
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Even thought some in here wish I never survived, I'm glad I did.
After my father was brutally murder by unknown subjects, my mother was left to care for my 2 siblings and me by herself. Alone, impoverished, grasping, and enraged, she planted in me a terror that grew to epic proportion. As if to expiate her own painful existence, she meted out punishment without relent or remorse for even the smallest of transgressions, whether real or imagined.
While still a toddler I was selected as her prime target for practicing various forms of torture. With a morbid ardor she was delighted by the evidence her efforts produced. Bruises, welts, cuts, gashes, second even third degree burns, could be provided by a various media. Weapons of an untold variety were used, among them thick cords, sticks, machetes, knives, shoes, ropes, wire, pots, pans-all proved reliable.
But all of these paled to her undisputed favorite, blazing firewood. Pressing a burning stick into my 7 year old flesh, she would speak assurance of love and redemption. I would plead "mama please don't love me anymore!" Often, after beating me until she was exhausted, she voiced regret: "You ugly sonuvabytch, I should have aborted you! But I WILL KILL YOU- I will kill you - only slowly... and painfully..."
After spent from exertion Mother would typically grind salt into my open wounds. On other occasions she would make a spread of rice, corn, gravel or coke stoppers. I was then ordered to kneel while holding a heavy stone with my arms held high for ten minutes. She would hit me if I lowered my arms and this would result in an increase of the sentence to 20 minutes. The ritual would more often end though, when she declared "Enough!" or until I passed out.
I was not yet old enough and such concepts seemed foreign and distant to me. I began to contemplate death as the only way out.
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Last edited by OGTerror; Jul 30, 2010 at 03:30 PM.
OG, you have my utmost respect and sympathy... I couldn't imagine that, but you came through, and it mad you into a stronger and better person...
God have mercy on you, my friend, may the rest of your time here be as good as the beginning.
I do thank you for sharing. It shows that not all hope is lost for those that endure what most of us cannot contemplate.
And please accept my sincerest apologies, I meant to evoke no dreaded memories for anyone, I just believe that these types of things need to be refreshed on our heads from time to time to increase our ability to recognize the signs...
God have mercy on you, my friend, may the rest of your time here be as good as the beginning.
I do thank you for sharing. It shows that not all hope is lost for those that endure what most of us cannot contemplate.

And please accept my sincerest apologies, I meant to evoke no dreaded memories for anyone, I just believe that these types of things need to be refreshed on our heads from time to time to increase our ability to recognize the signs...
Og that was an incredible story. Thank you for sharing, you have my utmost respect. Many people could never survive that mentally, and it speaks to your strength and character that you made it through.
WOW!!! Sorry could only watch about a minute of the video before vivid memories pierced through my mind of some of the tortures I endured through my childhood years.
Even thought some in here wish I never survived, I'm glad I did.
I can, how about in many cases one's own mother.
After my father was brutally murder by unknown subjects, my mother was left to care for my 2 siblings and me by herself. Alone, impoverished, grasping, and enraged, she planted in me a terror that grew to epic proportion. As if to expiate her own painful existence, she meted out punishment without relent or remorse for even the smallest of transgressions, whether real or imagined.
While still a toddler I was selected as her prime target for practicing various forms of torture. With a morbid ardor she was delighted by the evidence her efforts produced. Bruises, welts, cuts, gashes, second even third degree burns, could be provided by a various media. Weapons of an untold variety were used, among them thick cords, sticks, machetes, knives, shoes, ropes, wire, pots, pans-all proved reliable.
But all of these paled to her undisputed favorite, blazing firewood. Pressing a burning stick into my 7 year old flesh, she would speak assurance of love and redemption. I would plead "mama please don't love me anymore!" Often, after beating me until she was exhausted, she voiced regret: "You ugly sonuvabytch, I should have aborted you! But I WILL KILL YOU- I will kill you - only slowly... and painfully..."
After spent from exertion Mother would typically grind salt into my open wounds. On other occasions she would make a spread of rice, corn, gravel or coke stoppers. I was then ordered to kneel while holding a heavy stone with my arms held high for ten minutes. She would hit me if I lowered my arms and this would result in an increase of the sentence to 20 minutes. The ritual would more often end though, when she declared "Enough!" or until I passed out.
I was not yet old enough and such concepts seemed foreign and distant to me. I began to contemplate death as the only way out.
Read more @: http://www.truckmodcentral.com/forum...dge+book+cover
Even thought some in here wish I never survived, I'm glad I did.
I can, how about in many cases one's own mother.
After my father was brutally murder by unknown subjects, my mother was left to care for my 2 siblings and me by herself. Alone, impoverished, grasping, and enraged, she planted in me a terror that grew to epic proportion. As if to expiate her own painful existence, she meted out punishment without relent or remorse for even the smallest of transgressions, whether real or imagined.
While still a toddler I was selected as her prime target for practicing various forms of torture. With a morbid ardor she was delighted by the evidence her efforts produced. Bruises, welts, cuts, gashes, second even third degree burns, could be provided by a various media. Weapons of an untold variety were used, among them thick cords, sticks, machetes, knives, shoes, ropes, wire, pots, pans-all proved reliable.
But all of these paled to her undisputed favorite, blazing firewood. Pressing a burning stick into my 7 year old flesh, she would speak assurance of love and redemption. I would plead "mama please don't love me anymore!" Often, after beating me until she was exhausted, she voiced regret: "You ugly sonuvabytch, I should have aborted you! But I WILL KILL YOU- I will kill you - only slowly... and painfully..."
After spent from exertion Mother would typically grind salt into my open wounds. On other occasions she would make a spread of rice, corn, gravel or coke stoppers. I was then ordered to kneel while holding a heavy stone with my arms held high for ten minutes. She would hit me if I lowered my arms and this would result in an increase of the sentence to 20 minutes. The ritual would more often end though, when she declared "Enough!" or until I passed out.
I was not yet old enough and such concepts seemed foreign and distant to me. I began to contemplate death as the only way out.
Read more @: http://www.truckmodcentral.com/forum...dge+book+cover
As I have said before, it is amazing how much we have in common.
Some one like that should be beat with a bat until he rattles like a sack of quarters.
Then given the best medical attention in the world and nursed back to health......so he could be beaten AGAIN!!!! and again and again.
Then given the best medical attention in the world and nursed back to health......so he could be beaten AGAIN!!!! and again and again.
I couldn't finish watching it. That "step father" is an an animal but what about all the people who had the opportunity to have done something about it? Are they any better? If I had seen anything like that, whoever was doing it would have found what an Irish Bitch is. And God help anyone who tried to stop me!
You can't tell me a child's own mother would stand by and allow her child to be beaten day after day. (Not unless heavy drugs and alcohol were involved or atleast mental retardation.)
Last edited by dlenkewich; Jul 30, 2010 at 09:44 PM.
This is what I'm thinking. If anyone knew what was going on and didn't contact the authorities with the truth, then they all should be burned. But the whole elaborate story behind this is what would make me think this is just somebodies idea of an internet hobby.
You can't tell me a child's own mother would stand by and allow her child to be beaten day after day. (Not unless heavy drugs and alcohol were involved or atleast mental retardation.)
You can't tell me a child's own mother would stand by and allow her child to be beaten day after day. (Not unless heavy drugs and alcohol were involved or atleast mental retardation.)
I know this personally to be true... I'm sure it's not an isolated case....
I hate to say it, but my wife knows a girl who lost custody of her children because she wouldn't dump her boyfriend, who was not even the child's father, but was convicted of sodomy with the boy when he was 3.... The SOB was in jail, and this dumba$$ lady told Social Services she would see him again when he got out... So she lost her kids...
I know this personally to be true... I'm sure it's not an isolated case....
I know this personally to be true... I'm sure it's not an isolated case....
A wooden stake, 8 ft long, driven up the tailpipe, and out the mouth, missing the major organs, then planted at a 45 degree angle in the ground...
Subjects often lived for 2 or 3 days while in that position...
Yeah, that's my punishment of choice!
You know, some of the phrasing of the words didn't sound right to me either... But the point is still the same...


