Today a four year old alter talked about her h*ll*ween ordeal and as we listened we went can it get any worse, those bastards took a little four year old they brutalised her, they stole her childhood took her pride, made her ashamed, so much so in order to tell M of her story she sat with her head buried in the beanbag, with M gently stroking her back and hair she told a story of complete disgustingness. All the time M was saying you are a beautiful amazing little girl. Her story isnt of her filth but theirs and even when the worse came and M took her into a private room inside we couldnt hear her, in we still saw M continue to encourage her to talk.
I dont know how T do it, how do they hear stories so disgustingly sordid they dont just puke themselves.
We fought sam last night for the first time, we fought for hours before we sought help and tonight we will do the same for she can no longer take four year olds or whatever year olds into darkness they have suffered once and it is more than enough. To those who know what this horrid pain of suffering is and the darkness of the pain that was suffered in the Hands of torturous subjectors we are just plain fucking sad.