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    Evil Personified
    Evil Personified
    Evil Personified
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    Evil Personified

    By Tom the Tigger

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    A true story, based on a real life happening. A story of deceit, fraud, theft, corruption, kidnapping and bribes. The wife, her parents, and others manufactured many ways and means to steal millions, and a child!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJan 10, 2016
    ISBN9781329820944
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      Evil Personified - Tom the Tigger

      Evil Personified

      EVIL PERSONIFIED!

      Evil Personified is a story based on a true happening.

      A story about corrupt family.

      Greed!

      Lust.

      A true story.

      Some of it was televised on national television in South Africa a number of years ago.

      The producer of the show could not tell the full story, due to political and legal restrictions!

      The broadcasting company could face severe penalties and lengthy legal suits.

      A few of the arresting officers and others was relocated to other stations for a very short while, just so the local papers, community, and interested parties, like my legal team, could feel a little satisfaction in knowing that the law has been laid down!

      But has it?

      Sex, conniving in law’s and money!

      A wife with a sexual appetite like you have never known or heard of before!

      A money hungry brother in law.

      Real deceit, and the author was really locked up and abused for months.

      Only because father in law’s paid the cops!

      The wife kept the author interested by pretending to be a loving, caring wife!

      Locked away by corrupt officials, in law’s and a scheming wife!

      For nearly eight months in a prison, one month in a police holding cell!

      Without a shower of a hint of water for a wash!

      ISBN: 978-1-329-82094-4

      Copyright © 2016 Tom T. Tigger

      First Printing: 2016

      Publisher: www.lulu.com

      Chapter One.

      Black and Blue Redefined!

      Evil Personified!

      Here is the thing.

      A story about corrupt family.

      Greed!

      Lust.

      A true story.

      Some of it was televised on national television in South Africa a number of years ago.

      Bits the broadcasting company was allowed to televised.

      Edited versions of what I told them.

      The most they could broadcast was perhaps a few mug shots of my face, as I sat telling my story.

      A wife with a sexual appetite like you have never known or heard of before!

      Incest!

      Brother and father sexually abusing their sibling for years!

      The story is so real, so true, it is scary.

      And the best, or for me, the worst of this story is that I might end up arse up, dead this time around!

      They have tried at the time when all this happened and ended, and I was a free man once again!

      They had a large articulated truck ran me of the road.

      That failed.

      The time I was warned that they know where and when I do what and where I do it.

      What is the worst you can imagine to happen to you?

      Not death, death is something that will happen to all of us.

      Sooner or later.

      Most pray for later, I can assure you!

      To speak for myself, I cannot tell, because I haven’t tried it before.

      What is the worst you can think of to have ever happened to you, or someone you know, or heard about?

      Have you or anyone you know or know about ever been locked in a filthy police cell, a prison holding cell for months without being charged or without being guilty?

      Perhaps the reason why I was not killed, shot, or murdered was perhaps the fact that they needed me alive for a certain period to complete their total drain of all, or most my resources?

      Someone in your friend circle,

      Added on family,

      Or anyone from work?

      I can hear you saying.

      The time I got so drunk,

      Or the time she fell off the bus,

      Or that time of the year when this and that is the norm,

      Or when you ended up in hospital, all smashed up,

      Or when you got yourself arrested for speeding,

      Or when your parent got so drunk, he or she doesn’t know who or where they are,

      Or when you lost it, and told your boss to go and f…

      You name it, I think what I am going to tell you, is a first in this world.

      The first time ever this sort of Crime, Prank, or plain savage thing has been done to anyone!

      This is the story.

      Kidnapping.

      Greed.

      Incest.

      Corruption.

      Theft.

      And a barrow load more!

      And tell you what, the story is as true as what you are!

      Allow me to begin at the beginning.

      1993.

      But, to be sure to be sure.

      Before I tell you about my personal experience, the deceit, the corruption, the fraud, the kidnapping, the greed, and the lies,

      Allow me to inform you, the reader,

      That I have very carefully selected all the names, and all the places I use to tell you the story.

      Each and every name I selected, or used, is a pure thumb-suck, a name or place selected by me, so that the real people involved in my story cannot be associated at all with any part, venue or instance of my story.

      The story you are going to read.

      The story is totally, one hundred percent true.

      What they did to me is real.

      What they gained is real.

      What they stole is real.

      All the things, all the events, all the bad stuff, and some good stuff, is as real as what you are right now, this very minute.

      The reason why I have decided not to use real names and places is one.

      If I mentioned or name any real live person, or any person already dead, I could be in real big and deep shit.

      They might try to drag me to court.

      They might hire someone to shoot me.

      They might try and run me over with a vehicle, as they did a long time ago!

      So, to prevent any bad thing happening to me, I am using names that is so remote to the real names, it will take any person a million years to figure and identify the real people!

      My son.

      Also, if my son from this spoiled marriage ever read this, he might not even know that I am his father. He might not even realize the people in the story is his mother and grandmother and grandfather, or his uncle and aunt!

      If any of those I am talking about ever read this story, and if any of those recognize themselves, and if any of those ever try to take legal action, or any other course, they will immediately, by taking any action, including trying to kill me, declare themselves guilty, as if they are at a police station, making a statement of their guilt.

      The list of criminal offences they will be charged with, by me is a mile long.

      Once you have read the story, you will realize the severity of the crimes they are guilty off.

      My son, if he is still alive, something I do not know, might be so rattled to learn the truth about his Parents and Grand Parents that he might do some weird stuff.

      One cannot be sure how a mind will react.

      Especially a person one have known for eight months only, and then as a baby.

      Read ad decide if I have a case.

      If you are a hot shot lawyer, and if you think I have a case after all these years, talk to me!

      Even if you are not a hot shot lawyer, just a normal lawyer, a person like me, looking to put stuff straight, talk to me, and we might get on with the mowing!

      Chapter Two.

      Back to the story.

      1993.

      I am running a business, and I am single.

      My business is really taking of, making money hand over fist.

      As legal and proper as can be.

      Being single, and somewhat of recluse, I do not fraternize, I do not go to parties, I decline invitations, and so on.

      The result of my being a loner all my life.

      The thing is, my Dad was sixty-two when I was born, and my Mom was also going for the fifties.

      So, as you can deduct from this equation, my immediate family was like old timers is to anyone growing up anywhere.

      Imagine you growing up, with a dad that is as old as your school mate’s grandfather?

      Imagine growing up with a mother as old as your school mate’s grandmother?

      You can see where I am coming from.

      I grew up without any real close family to learn social skills from, to learn how to behave in public, and how to behave when invited to someone’s house.

      As a family, we never went anywhere, never visited anyone.

      My parents always rested afternoons and weekends.

      My Dad done his farming bit during the week, like overseeing and arranging planting, sowing, harvesting and every morning, and every evening, seven days a week, every day of every month and every year, managed the people milking the cows.

      My Dad.

      One cannot leave a bundle of milking cows

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