She’s been banned twice now, they probably banned her ilikepizza account as well but she can’t login to that one

hahahahahahaha stupid filthy young bitch, it's about time they banned you. you don't belong here ****** bitch

LMAO

To whoever is reading this, my name is Roger Butt. I have a unfortunate story to tell. I was browsing this gore site called LiveGore, when I got a DM from a user. The user had a profile pic of Benson from Regular Show but with stubble and nazi tattoos on his face. His username was "SlayMonzter".

I decided to disregard that message, since I always got DMs from people who acted like bots, but wanted to read it anyways.

The user asked "WHO ARE YOU". I ignored the user, because I thought it was some pizzacunt alt. However, the user kept typing, and somehow kept speaking with me, which I thought was weird.

He kept saying "WHY YOU IGNORE ME". I thought this was weird, so I tried troubleshooting. I asked mods to block him, but he kept sending messages such as "HELLO I AM SPEAKING TO YOU".

This was starting to get weird as he kept messaging me, even though mods said they blocked the account. He did not seem to have any mutual friends with me which seemed the more weirder.

The account then began to try and call me. I didn't even know LiveGore had voice calls. I tried to decline, but it did not work. After several minutes of attempted calls from the user, I decided to answer his call.

I asked "Hello?" What I heard afterwards was disturbing, and I will never forget it.

A deep, raspy voice asked me if I "KNEW ANY *******". I said no, because I lived in one of the last few all-white neighbourhoods of the UK.

He then asked if I was "A ******" myself. I said no, and he didn't believe me. He started telling me why I'm a "TOTAL PIECE OF SHIT" for "BEING A ******", and recited my address, full name, and social security number, as if they were hillarious jokes in into themselves, giggling into each piece of information about me.

He then recited my daily routine in excruciating detail in the very same manner, laughing manically between sentences, and letting out blood-curdling hyena laughs.

He mentioned my embarrassing attention-seeking routines, all my fake suicide warnings and porn preferences, then the user started a video call. A throbbing, blood-shot purple cock appeared on screen, surrounded by darkness.

He then revealed his face, which looked like the same Benson from his profile pic. It seemed to be distorted, while a high-pitched noise played in the background.

But this noise wasn't coming from the computer, no, it was in my house. I smelt something burning. I looked out my window for the source of the smell, and found SlayMonzter outside my house burning a cross.

I looked away, and back only to see, that the cross was gone, but the smell was even stronger, and I could feel heat coming from far behind me.

The window was open, and I saw a gumball-machine-like figure standing upright in the darkness exiting through my backdoor. This was over. I was done for.

The webcam showed, that very same gumball-machine-like figure running through the forest howling like an ape having a prostate orgasm with a knife in its arse.

The call ended, and I received two final messages from him: "IT'S OVER, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT IS DEAD" "TELL ME, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TUMBLE DOWN THE METAL STAIRS BEHIND YOUR HOUSE LIKE A STOOGE THAT STEPPED ON A BANANA PEEL YOU FUCKING ******"

I began to run outside my house to my neighbour's place to hideout, however, I slipped on a banana peel on the metal stairs behind my house like he asked me if I wanted to, causing me to fall into very thick shrubbery with my ass pointing up in the air out of the bush, and my face deep in a mound of wet dirt.

Something began to tug on my leggings, that felt like a pair of hands belonging to a greasy rich jewish entrepreneur was trying to pants me. But this was no greasy rich jew.

This was a man by the name of Daniel Bennum. I could sense his gynecomastia from behind my back, and could tell that I would be no match for him. The man said "GREETINGS. I'M A MEGGLER. I WELCOME THEE TO MY REALM." before tearing a hole in the back of my pants and underwear with his bear hands, empowered by his man-breast kite.

I was expecting this autist to rape me, but I was wrong. Something much worse was afoot. I heard crappy toy speakers play a certain sound, something that reminded me of an old man giving a speech. I then felt an action figure enter my arsehole. He then began to drag me to a van park nearby.

He laid me down in the trunk of this van, and squeezed his nipples, releasing strings of sticky man-breast puss acting as web silk.

I was tied up by man-breast silk and some autist's fan with an action figure in my ass. I asked if I was dreaming, and the strange man squirted man-breast milk into my mouth, and made me swallow.

The milk, in particular, had a paralysing effect on me. I couldn't breath under the effect of this man-breast milk. The man bent me over and reached into my ass, to activate the action figure.

What the figure said next enlightened me to what was being done, it was a Joe Biden action figure with state of the art hand waving, and new quips about poor kids and white kids.

Hahahah, I've changed the name of my website! I didn't delete anything, my blog is still there for the investigators to read after I'm gone!!!

Just know that if you do kill yourself (doubt you will since you're a pussy) you will be remembered as Rogy the Rapee. Rogy the annoying faggot that goes around telling everyone about his "rape" like it's the center of his personality

You mean this one https://rogyb.straw.page/ ? You may have taken it down but your rape stories have already been posted here and in @SlayMonzter wall. Well here's the third one

When I was abused irl
I'm not looking for sympathy or hate in this page. But I want to let it all out: I've been sexually assaulted when I was training as a care assistant by three different men in Italy.
2008: I was young (20), dark-haired, full of dreams. I wanted to become a nurse, so I decided to train as a care assistant first in a care home.
He was 40, a well-loved physiotherapist. He was married and his wife was pregnant with twins.
He showed me pictures of his penis on his phone, asking for my opinion.
I was unimpressed and wanted to let him know that I didn't care, but he kept doing so.
One day he was taking the lift and I was passing by in the corridor: he looked at me in a predatory way and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me inside the lift. I went into panic and somehow managed to run away from his grip. I can still hear his depraved laughter as he was trying to pull me inside the lift.
After that episode I got fed up and really scared, so I decided to out him in front of my colleagues. Nobody believed me: they laughed at me and I remember feeling sick.
He was saying I was imagining things, yet he kept showing me his pictures after.
The same year my psychiatrist diagnosed me with GAD, bipolar disorder type II and paranoia. I never had the courage to tell her about my abuse.
Now... well, now he has another professional job, he's well-loved, his kids are teens... whenever he receives praise for something he did for the local community, I want to shout what he did to me.
If only they knew, if only those people who praise him knew... 
I 
2013: This is even more embarassing, because it involved two residents.
I was 25, still dark-haired... and in love with EP.
They were fully capable, both physically and mentally... and they used that to abuse me.
I had failed to enter Nursing at University, so I went back training as a care assistant in that same care home. I was relieved when I found out that the previous physiotherapist had left, but my relief didn't last long.
E. and F. were two elderly living in that care home... no mentally or physically impaired. 
At the beginning E. wasn't really talking to me, so I left him alone thinking that he wasn't used to new faces and needed time. Little I knew, he was eyeing me up and studying me.
Some days later I was helping a woman to walk to her room... and he was behind me.
I felt his hand groping my arse, saying: "Mi piace" (I like it).
I felt shocked, but I had the strenght to push his hand away and... I told him not to do that again.
He didn't listen, of course: the abuse quickly escalated. Days later I found myself pinned against a wall of an empty bedroom, while he kissed me, groped me, forced me to give him blowjobs.
E. abused me several times and I... I was scared to tell anyone. I was a care assistant, ffs... they would have thought that I was abusing the residents... but the truth was far from that.
E. forced a finger inside me too: I remember sitting in my father's car that ***** and feeling dirty, so dirty while he was getting pizzas for dinner. I never told anyone, not him... not anyone.
I wrote about this abuse on EP, trying to find comfort in strangers.
F. followed some time later. I don't know how he sensed that something was going on, because E. never forced me in front of F. Maybe it was because the two were always sat together during meal times, Idk...
F. did the same things to me: empty bedrooms, pinning me against the wall, kissing, forcing me to give blowjobs... he even asked if I was virgin.
I remember I couldn't reply, I was frozen and terrorised.
He proposed to pay for a hotel room... but luckily he didn't go through.
I left that place some weeks later and nobody, apart from online strangers, knows.
F. and E. might even be dead now, but those memories will haunt me forever.

Hey, if I ever get banned I don't want my blog link to stay here!!!

You ain't doing shit gramps

the only thing that gen alpha maggot can do is suck my big old cock