The young boy in this story has found out more than he wanted to about his father.

If you are easily offended, please don't read; if you want to read this story, please read at your own risk and discretion.

Things like this happen in real life, unfortunately; God help those poor people who must truly live in the pits of hell!

I am an emotional wreck.

I find out that my cocksucking father is more of a monster than originally thought. He not only molested me; he molested my sister, and he raped my mother.

He also molested other children, some as young as two years old. Little babies. He's ruined their lives forever. What kind of goddamn sicko would do that to an innocent little kid who has hardly begun to live?

My father would, that's who.

And now because he has ruined our lives, I am stuck here in the psycho ward, getting electroconvulsant therapy and intense emotional counseling. I still am plagued with nightmares, and my physical body is all fucked up. I shake. I have horrible, vivid nightmares night after night. I see "things" like giant black or blue spiders spinning webs on the ceiling, or shapeless squiggles in my field of vision.

My sister is now involved in a cult, a satanic cult, and I have seen what it has done to her. She has gotten painfully skinny, and I know she is being paid to perform nasty sex acts with strangers--grown men, even other kids. Even our dad has gotten into the act. He was in prison, but he sweet talked his way out; now he's jeopardizing her life--and my own life is in extreme danger.

I once snuck a peek at my sister when she went to one of her "secret meetings". What I saw will haunt me for the rest of my life. Naked bodies performing lewd, grotesque gyrations that no human being has a right to witness. Blood sacrifices done on tiny children, even babies; babies being skinned alive, burned alive, stabbed, tortured. Their pitiful, pain-filled screams will linger in my subconscious for the rest of my days.

I haven't been back; what I have seen is too horrible to even think about; it's enough to make me want to vomit all over again. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even think because I know that our dad, our very own father, is involved in this sick game using children as puppets, and until he is done away with or locked up for good, no child is safe from him--or other bastards like him.

(To be continued.)