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    Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over
    Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over
    Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over
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    Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over

    By Nellie Cake

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    I acquired my 357 Smith & Wesson Magnum when I was nine years old during a very dark time from a violent rapist murderer and pedophile.

    My two sisters, my two best friends and me, when we wasn't fighting over the only swing we always played a game called "Red Rover, Red Rover I Dare You To Come Over." A game where you hold hands and dare the other kids to break through, but the game turned into "Red Rover, Red Rover I'll Bring My 357 Over" that I played by myself.

    A gross, sweaty, fat, old man kidnapped two of my little friends and me at gun point when we got off the school bus. He was driving a huge nicely decked out semi truck. Oddly enough the one and only good thing my dad taught me was how to drive a semi truck. He shredded my clothes then beat and raped me and the worse part of it all was grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth onto his penis. I clenched my mouth together and never opened my mouth and to this day I still remember that man's penis. When he was through with me I had to watch him tear my two little friend's clothes off then beat and rape them. When he was through he shot and killed both of them.

    Sherrie and her sister Pollie taught me how to play poker on the ride to school every morning and they were the only friends I ever had. I didn't make friends very easily because I was always to myself and different than the other kids. I rarely went to school because my Charlatan Pentecost Oneness Evangelist abusive preacher dad traveled to different cities/towns to preach in different churches. What a joke that all was. I could write a book on the embarrassing moments a Pentecost preacher puts their kids through.

    It was easy for this fat pig to kidnap us because we lived in a remote area in the country where the nearest neighbors were many miles apart. I knew at that moment there was no God or human coming to rescue my friends and me and no one knew where we were out in the woods. My heart was crushed that dad had lied all these years telling everyone that a mysterious God will always rescue and protect us. While this fat, sweaty pig was screwing one of my little friends after he shot them he made the fatal mistake of laying his gun down on the ground beside him. I knew this was my only chance to escape so I grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger and shot that nasty pig two times. He had already shot off two rounds so now there were two more bullets used up so that was four bullets leaving two in the chamber.

    After I found my way out of the woods I climbed inside his truck to search it and found several huge ammo boxes full of 357 magnum, Smith & Wesson bullets. Didn't take me long to learn how to open the gun's chamber and load more bullets because I had another job to accomplish with it.

    This ass wipe had five thousand dollars stashed under his mattress!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNellie Cake
    Release dateMar 12, 2021
    ISBN9781005050689
    Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over
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    Nellie Cake

    Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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      Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over - Nellie Cake

      Red Rover, Red Rover...I Dare You to Come Over

      I acquired my 357 Smith & Wesson Magnum when I was nine years old during a very dark time from a violent rapist murderer and pedophile.

      My two sisters, my two best friends and me, when we wasn't fighting over the only swing we always played a game called Red Rover, Red Rover I Dare You To Come Over. A game where you hold hands and dare the other kids to break through, but the game turned into Red Rover, Red Rover I'll Bring My 357 Over that I played by myself.

      A gross, sweaty, fat, old man kidnapped two of my little friends and me at gun point when we got off the school bus. He was driving a huge nicely decked out semi truck. Oddly enough the one and only good thing my dad taught me was how to drive a semi truck. He shredded my clothes then beat and raped me and the worse part of it all was grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth onto his penis. I clenched my mouth together and never opened my mouth and to this day I still remember that man's penis. When he was through with me I had to watch him tear my two little friend's clothes off then beat and rape them. When he was through he shot and killed both of them.

      Sherrie and her sister Pollie taught me how to play poker on the ride to school every morning and they were the only friends I ever had. I didn't make friends very easily because I was always to myself and different than the other kids. I rarely went to school because my Charlatan Pentecost Oneness Evangelist abusive preacher dad traveled to different cities/towns to preach in different churches. What a joke that all was. I could write a book on the embarrassing moments a Pentecost preacher puts their kids through.

      It was easy for this fat pig to kidnap us because we lived in a remote area in the country where the nearest neighbors were many miles apart. I knew at that moment there was no God or human coming to rescue my friends and me and no one knew where we were out in the woods. My heart was crushed that dad had lied all these years telling everyone that a mysterious God will always rescue and protect us. While this fat, sweaty pig was screwing one of my little friends after he shot them he made the fatal mistake of laying his gun down on the ground beside him. I knew this was my only chance to escape so I grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger and shot that nasty pig two times. He had already shot off two rounds so now there were two more bullets used up so that was four bullets leaving two in the chamber.

      After I found my way out of the woods I climbed inside his truck to search it and found several huge ammo boxes full of 357 magnum, Smith & Wesson bullets. Didn't take me long to learn how to open the gun's chamber and load

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