6
Year Old John Doe
Beaten, Bound and Nearly Killed |
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was hot ... so very hot. He was so hot that the perspiration
literally dripped off of him soaking his meager clothing. He
cried out, "Let me out! Please let me out!" When no
response came, he cried out again. He looked around at his surroundings,
the small 2 1/2 foot by 3 bathroom broom closet wasn't much
space, hardly enough for him to turn around in. There was no
fresh air that came in, no light, only darkness for hours on
end. There were heavy chains wrapped under his arms to ensure
that he would stay on his feet and not lie down.
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His head hurt him terribly. It had gotten bruised and sometimes
bled because in order to sleep he had to rest his head against
the fence that had been constructed around him. The fence, a
coiled wire fence that stood over his head, was wrapped tightly
around him thereby keeping him in an upright position. The chains
locked him to the fence, another added safety measure to ensure
his torment. He literally had to sleep standing up. He knew
he'd be lucky if he was brought any food. Even if he was it
would either be dish soap, so that he'd stop screaming to get
out, or some piece of food covered in Tabasco sauce. He was
so thirsty, it'd been hours since he'd had a drink, how long
he couldn't tell for certain, he just knew it'd been a very
long time. He cried out again for a drink, "I'm thirsty!
Please, I'm thirsty!" The door was yanked open and a grown
man's form filled the entry way. He felt something wet hit him
as the man's laughter echoed through the little space with horrifying
clarity. All at once with a sickness he couldn't even name,
he realized that this man was his father, and he was urinating
on him. |
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above is not from a horror movie, or a book, though I certainly
wish it were. What I have described above is what 6 year old
*John Doe had to suffer through for a solid two months before
he was rescued from his dungeon of hell. The story gets worse
though, much worse. It began when *John's mother dropped him
off with his father, Joseph Grad (31) and his wife (she was
a bigamist as she was still married to another man when she
wed Joseph Grad) Carmen Grad (35). Joseph Grad stated to Carmen
that *John was his kid and he would punish him as he saw fit.
Carmen herself was no innocent in *John's abuse. After hours
upon hours, sometimes as much as 24 hours straight, of being
locked up in the closet, 6 year old *John lost control of his
bowels. Upon finding the defecation, Carmen took a paper towel,
picked up the defecation and proceeded to smear it completely
covering *John's face with it. While he was screaming that it
was burning his face, Joseph Grad would simply turn the radio
up to over power *John's screams of pain. |
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