Pan Ni Ni Com, Thailand
January 18, 1991
It's only been a week since I've given birth and I have only seen my baby once. My baby girl is sick. She seems to not be able to breathing well. They put her in a incubator. They said I to wait for her lungs to fully develop. Let's hope she doesn't have asthma for the rest of her life.
In a few weeks we will be in America with my sister and brother. I can only hope my baby can survive until then. On the other hand my husband is worried about the baby and her condition. I know we will be okay and I know that we can do this. I will never give up on my family. I want a lot of children. Maybe eight will do. I'm not sure what my body can handle, because this pregnancy was hard on me.
Richmond, California
We returned to our parents when I was 11 years old. Around that time my next door neighbor's son, Albert Jackson, drugged and rapped me. He gave me a bottle of water that had drugs in it. I did not know that a neighbor would try to drug me, so I drank the water. I got sick and I tried to go home, but he pushed me to the floor and pulled my pants down. I start heaving because of my asthma. He entered me. All I remember after that was Albert's brother pulling him off of me. Then I blocked out. For a time, I couldn't figure out what happened after that. I still have nightmares of being rapped; of him drugging me, pushing me to the floor; pulling my pants down and entering me.
I can still taste his mouth on me and I can still remember what he said to me that night:
"I'm going to fuck your little pussy";
"You're going to like it";
and
"Tight little pussy".
Sometimes at night I hear him repeating,
"Tight little pussy, tight little pussy",
over and over again.
I hate him with every part of my body and soul. His mother is my next door neighbor and I have known him all my life. He is as old as both my mother and father but he won't stop doing what he likes to do which is rap little kids.
When I told this to my brothers, he told me, "We know him all our lives. He is like family". That's what I thought too. He's like family and he wouldn't hurt me. I knew him all my life. Why would he do that to me. I was wrong. He's is a rapist. He will not change his ways.
August 2005, the same neighbor tried to rape me again. He saw me walking home from a friends house and asked if I wanted a ride. I thought nothing of it until, he tried to give me another water bottle. Seeing the water bottle gave me a flashback.
I remembered what happened to me and what he did. I didn't drink this time. Instead I pretend to drink. I also asked him to take me home. I pulled out a knife and pointed it at him and said, "If you try this again with me or any of my family, I will kill you". I dumped the water bottle in his lap and went home. He didn't show up for a while. He got arrested for rapping an 11 year old white girl. She told her parents and they prosecuted him. He is now a registered sex offender. I just hope that this doesn't happen again, but I know better.
If this can happen to me, then this can happen to anyone. He has been staying in the hot water room at our duplex. No one will help him, because he keeps doing the same thing. (Drugging and rapping little girls.)
Currently he is in a treatment program for rapping little girls. I hope he gets the treatment that he needs.
I have changed and become stronger then my rapist. I even have case where I take down some of the rapist out there and help them get treatment. Most of them are mentally unstable and need mental health medication. On the other hand they can be simple born that way and need to be put to death. But that's not my job. My job is to get the evidence. I always get the evidence one way or another.
San Francisco, California
I received a phone call from Detective Robert Manning. He tells me he has a case for me. Gives me a address and tells me to meet him there asap. I arrive at 766 Spenser Road about an hour away from my office. I ask why am I here? Detective Robert Manning is a big huge buck of a man with arms like trees trucks and fit as a horse. He's also uglier then a pigs butt, and nicer then most men. I use to call him Mr. Sweetheart until he got married to Jill. Jill calls him Mr. Sweetheart.
"Your here because I need help finding the killer and the rapiest identity."
There was a body of a man laying on the ground and a naked young lady age 21.
"Her name is Kathy Williams that's her boyfriend Jack Alejandro British Intelligence, but that's all I know about him."
"If he's British Intelligence, then get in contact with them."
"They said they don't know him, but he has a badge and a gun on him and it's real."
I have a friend in the British Intelligence Agency, I know five years ago on another case. A brilliant rapist case where the rapist was older white man named Markman. An ex's con from America. I found him in two months and he was put to death. For twenty-two rapid and five muders.
"Let me get in contact with James."
I talked to the lady Kathy Williams and asked her;
"What happened?"
"I was on a date with Jack, when they broke into the apartment, we where both in the bedroom, when we heard the door come in. Jack grabbed his gun and two men came in with guns and clown masks. We both froze when we saw the gun. I slowly backed off of him and they tied Jack up with zip ties. Then they tied me to the bed and started taking turns rapping me. When they were done. They moved on to Jack and pulled him into the living room."
She started crying.
"I could hear Jack screaming and latter the police arrived and cut me loose, that's all I know."
I look at her risk and they were clean as a whilst. I looked her over and she had some scratches on her face.
"Thank you for your time, I'm sorry about what happened."
I asked around. The other officer said they cut her off the bed. I tell Detective Robert Manning, my findings and let him know to keep an eye on the lady.
"Well do."
I ask for pictures and names of everyone on the case and head to my office. I start running background checks on everyone working the case and the victims. Okay, now I have to wait for the results. It takes one hour to process and I have lunch, while I wait.
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