I didn’t know Markus Geary was a murderer, until he murdered me. A murder that would become a failure when my heart was restarted by his rape victim. It would be followed by years of a failed attempt at a life after my death. How could I have a life after being tortured to death by those I was supposed to trust? For the cover up of forced prostitution gang rapes that used my name and love against my will. An American war crime and experiment in evil. How does a devout American who believed in the America experiment trust his country after that? Can he ever? How could life go on after being pushed into accepting my own murder for the benefit of evil men and women. So they could protect and advance themselves. I was tortured to death by people I was told could be trusted. Made not to what to live anymore at the height of being tortured to death in a gang rape pit. I will never forget that smell. I didn’t know I was going to be used and left for dead by my chain of command. A mess to be cleaned up. That my heart would be restarted by a desperate and selfish victim of multiple gang rapes to avoid an investigation into her own criminal behavior. I didn’t know these things because those who pretended to be my friends only to torture me to death and those who protected them did not want me to know. They needed me confused. Needed me to accept what they wanted. So they could use my love. They needed my love and my name. Needed to use my love to lie to Elizabeth to rape her. Lie to get what they wanted, to have the authority to do it. For multiple gang rapes. For gang rape trophy videos they showed off aboard the ship. For forced prostitution. For war crimes. I would turn away from writing this so much. I would turn away from facing something so hard so evil.
Torture, attempted murder, Forced Prostitution, Rape, and Cover up Aboard the U.S.S Kitty Hawk. 