Avenge me. Avenge me. Avenge me.
Those were her last words before we lost her again, from what I could recall. Give me another shot of Adrenaline x Testosterone, thank you very much. She was Last Seen at La Cité Bleue... quite a while ago. Video footage of her performance that particular session is apparently UNAVAILABLE. Just Unavailable. Do they owe me an Explanation...? Apparently Not.
This is the Quagmire that I've found myself in... Just because, Someone did Somethings and Someone wants me to Forget All That Happened. It happened and it happened - under which circumstance? It happened and it happened. Sexual assaults? Whatever you call it these days. Extreme harsh and hostile environment, at Home and on Foreign Soil, am I right?
If Aramax is Unable and Unwilling to properly Dispose of me, my Husband has declared "Proper Disposal Protocols" are in place. Timeline...? Unknown. Soon enough... Fuck, ASAP. "Sign this, sign that. Don't worry, mkay? For the past 5 years I have @#%^#*()#(*&$@!(%$#..."
Rule of thumb in Your PSYOP101, Take Away All That Is Familiar And Dear. (Thank me later, Dr. ******************.)
Objects: Disappeared; Stolen; Misplaced; Appropriated? What? Just Gone. Out of sight and out of reach.
He would say, "I paid for them, anyway."
"Fuck off to where you came from, China, or whatever. Sale pute - c'est quoi cette Chinoiserie?", he had said.
Mind you, Cheri, it's Hong Kong. And Oh, Look. What is happening in Hong Kong?
Crw, do you think I'm New to this Constant Threat Of Violence? Burn me? With what exactly? Propane? Butane? Pure Kerosene? Lighter Fluid? Or what...? Argan oil?
"May I remind you the Circumstances under which I was brought into THIS COUNTRY... YOUR COUNTRY... And, sure, None Of This is your Fault, never!", I would add.
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