.......................................................................................................................George Michael was popular back then . However I don't remember why he would show up sometimes. A couple years ago I was able to ask him why he did what he did.
" Because I thought ..I was ins..in love ." Bullshit I remember thinking out "loud ". That was the typical response from Dr. Swaneys' most favorite "sons" . He obsessed over them worst than any jealous ex-girlfriend I had seen. They all simply said they were in love with him , not directly . It was a code , a game to figure out. I and one other,maybe five others ..tops, knew how to manipulate Dr.Swanys' weaknesses, who weren't one of his "sons" . Because most of the "family" weren't strong enough to handle the on-goings of a complete lunatic enough to get the courage to fight back. So back to George Michael in the beginning of his solo career is when I saw him the most . His "baby" was a little boy I believe no older than two or three. He was a red-head, he had freckles and green eyes. But still I believe he was American, since he couldnt speak , until he sounded like his "daddy". I dont know how long these children were there or kept in captivity. . But it had been a while . Well all I remember was standing in front of this child when he began to whisper. Before I could muster up the word No to come my mouth, George Michael was upon him. He flew into a rage, I ran as he throw the boy down to the ground . He took off his belt and began lashing him in the back . Blood began to splatter all across the finely painted walls in this lush suite.
I tried to cover my eyes but Russell Brand forced them open . He even pulled my hands behind my back and made me watch . He was trying to reinforce the idea that if I didnt give up my body that would happen to my entire family. Finally after beating him , he raped the poor boy anally. I remember thinking I wish " My Mother could see this ." But she was either with Kevin Bacon or Dwight Yokum or God knows who else. After he came, I ran over to the little boys body, his back covered in lashes . It reminded me of Jesus Christ. His butt checks covered in blood . I threw myself on top of him .George Michael kept trying to get me to go with him . But I prayed to my angels and I could feel a shield come over us . His breathing was so shallow you could tell he was fighting the pain . I whispered in his ear to let go and go into the light. I cried because I couldn't go with him . I fell asleep clinching on to his little body , when I woke up he was cold as ice and his lips were purple.
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