I will start by saying: these blogs about my childhood trauma I’m telling you guys; is a heavy topic. Sensitive people and minors are advice to not read this. The content contains rape, violence, mental abuse, physical abuse, and death. Pedophiles, molesters and a lot of narcissism.
I write here to sort out my flashbacks and memories. But also, to leave something for investigation, in case something bad happens to me. I have survived a lot and it would be a shame to get this far and not be able to tell my story, just in time.
This is in Sweden.
This human can fake humble, just cuz’ your ass is insecure.
A weird little man. Easily angered. All you need to do is sing out of tune and he will snatch you. He’s got a lot of aggression in him and no one really knows where from or if he is really just sensitive. That’s ok though. You can be sensitive.
What’s not ok is that he works with trafficking, selling children and always filming the shit he does. Just like a retarded Swedish political party called SD did. They filmed their own crime. I’m looking forward to him getting caught. If you are reading this Slim, since you have been blogging early 90’s, you are a dumb as shit.
Nothing is ever his fault. He is a crazy motherfucker so I don’t even know where to start really. Let’s address his anger cuz I really don’t understand his entitlement. This bitch get’s me all drunk, gives me pills, holds me hostage, rapes me and sells me. He follows me everywhere I go. Both in Sweden and I have seen him in London and Turkey. Unfortunately, my lack of awareness made me uncooperative with him.
No, let’s start with his looks. He has a skew-eye and is a white fella. He has dirty blond hair. Not bad looks, despite, and a bit charming. He seems sophisticated. And that is his trick.
He drives around with a van that looks like one of those that builders have, where they keep their tools. It has a little parable on it. And he carries a gun with a muffler.
Ok, back to his bad temper. I guess he is mad at me because he is projecting his fantasy or image of how I would grow up. And who I would become. ( I was an awesome kid for sure. Thank my parents for not cooperating with you enough.) So this guy has no problem with just pulling a gun out and shooting anyone who does not appeal to him. Despite his own looks.
I believe it was him that set fire to our sauna, in the house where my siblings still live. He has a key to their door and can enter anytime. I’m sure he’s got a key because I saw him leaving and locking the door with a key behind him when I was drunk.
He used to burn me with cigars on my body when I was around 6 years. And there is a cigar mark, in that house, on the kitchen counter today. That’s because my dad gave our house for a whole summer to sLIM; so of course, he took copies of the keys.
Let me count all the events he has been stalking me without mentioning what he did. Every one of these needs its own post:
- He lived with us when I was 6. The apartment in Gottsunda, Uppsala, was his apartment.
- He kept me in different place, in Uppsala, when my parents didn’t want me no more cuz I had done an awful thing. I had killed my sister, Sara.
- When he killed his wife.
- When he had me kill his son that was a toddler like me.
- At the school summer ending when I was in preschool. He came and snatched me from the stage. I was 8 years.
- My birthday, when I turned 11years (9 years). He invited himself. Self-intiveted cuz there were a lot of small girls around that lived in Fittja. Unlike me, they were aware that they sold sex.
- School trip to London together with our school principle. (7th grade)
- When he set our sauna on fire. And then, he hung around the hotel we lived in close to Slagsta.
- Being in kindergarden… mine when I was a toddler.
- But also around my youngest sister’s kindergarten.
- At my workplace when I was working at Roo Hemtjänst, Axelsberg.
- Rama’s house.
- When I was looking for a place to stay after my mom threw me out the house. He put adds on Blocket.
- First time I moved out.
- My university. Both of them actually.
- Alby, Ica Maxi – kidnapping me.
- When I flew to Turkey.
- When I got facial treatment; and had argued with my mom.
People have lost their lives because of sex addicts that like to rape people. And their near and dear need to know who did it. How and when!
Thank you for reading through!