As a child the torture group interacted with me in the same way they do now. Only then I thought it was my imagination and I didn’t tell anyone about it. Just as they did with the schizophrenia the torturers created characters representing themselves. These men were led by Andrew the man in charge of my torture case. This happened before my anxiety torture phase began in 1996.
Andrew was amusing and frustrating. He spoke to me as if I was an adult when he wasn’t making fun of my naivete. I remember knowing Andrew was in charge of the project that was me. These men were shown to be late thirties to early forties. Here are some incidents with Andrew and the boys.
I was asleep with Andrew sitting over me in a chair. He was drinking from a glass. He clunked the glass down and said dip your finger in it. I couldn’t. I couldn’t move at all. Then I felt my pointer finger was wet with water.
Andrew read from the book of books. His book he had written while spouting off the top of his head. It was all andrewisms. Good advice, humorously stated to the little girl he was torturing. It was the Andrew bible. A collection of things he thought were inportant.
One of the guys showed me a soundboard. He told me I could touch it if I wanted. So I stuck my finger into an opening. It felt like I had a pen cap on my fingertip.
The black man in the red and white polka dot dress was uproarously funny. He cooed to me in his ghetto accent while telling me stories. He flounced and fidgeted in his chair.
The torture group fabricated these characters. They were no more real than Jakob Dylan was later on. It seems to me that the torturers felt like both toying with and entertaining the child they had power over. These were early versions of the more recent fantasy stories. These old ones were more realistic than the new.