Alleged sexual abuse by an individual named Ron in a private residence

rhythm I was constantly being criticized for my efforts in pleasing him. I was eager when he actually gave me a compliment. The rest of the evening was always a surprise left up to a moments notice. Quite regularly he would proceed with having the girls dress me up in some sexy outfit and loads of makeup then entertain him with a lesbian reenactment revolving him in the center. Sometimes they would use dildos and other foreign sex toys, Ron liked to see us hurt during sex, sometimes even penetrating me anally but I always resisted and would try to redirect him with another sexual desire of his but I had no excuses when it came to me having to use the sex toys on him, he told me how men have g-spots in their rectum and instructed me on how to precisely penetrate him. These nights went on what seemed like an eternal sentence for the price of not living on the streets, where unfortunately for the one’s still there, | feared and knew from my own personal experience, could be much worse. Needing some contact with someone of my adolescent mentality I called one of my school friends from the past, whom I wont name out of privacy, but PI call him T.J. We were so close and I knew very well, so well, I had memorized his number a long time before. He was my first puppy love sprung from of a childhood friendship. Being my very first crush the summer before all of this happened he was the only person I could think of that would care enough to talk to me. In the middle of the day, the least busy time to be noticed, I snuck into one of the vacant guest rooms and used the phone to call my good friend. The sound of my voice radiated a chill in him. “It’s you, oh my God Jenna! Are you okay?” he was so shocked to hear from me and the sheer fact I was still alive. Nearly three months now without a single word to my family or friends, every one doubted my return. My attempt to forge a happy voice when I spoke to him failed and | absolutely crumbled when he was at a loss for kind words for me. | told him of my current state of affairs. Telling him of Ron and how I was terrified of him, trying to escape in the middle of nowhere was useless. It was like being kept in cage that I was unable to break free from. Going on to dump my issues on T.J, I proceeded with how I longed to call my family and to be with my them for good but was too afraid they didn’t want me, knowing I’d just be sent away somewhere else again and to me after all this time was like going from one cage to another. He had been called by them numerously and promised me that they were very worried and even hired private investigators to try and find me. Given I was eleven years old the first time I was sent away, my trust in there sincerity he spoke about was seriously doubted. | kept the conversation short just in case my absence was being noticed and I left on the note that I would speak to him again shortly. His attempts to get off 0 Copyright Protected Material CONFIDENTIAL GIUFFRE004142 the phone were nothing short of desperate plea to keep me on as long as possible. | thought he was just trying to help in someway. Giving him assurance in the fact I had survived this long obviously I can hold offa while longer I gave him my love and told him I'd be in touch. Thinking I had slipped away unnoticed I entered into the room that I shared with Ron, hoping I got away with my brief and very needed phone call. The place looked empty and everyone else seemed to be out and about so I decided to have a bath in the spa and try to relax before the night’s precautions. My body glided into the steamy water as I began to think about T.J and how good it felt just to hear from a friendly voice. My thoughts drifted into the days | missed when I felt | could be silly and childlike and I nearly forgot for a moment how grown up | was acting these days. My first glimpse at the image surrounding me when | resurfaced above the water was daunting. There was Ron was standing over my tub, looking down at me with an eager display of his arousal. He began to undo his pants and take them down when he told me “put your lips on my cock”, [ was too slow in responding to his request so he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me into his groin. I had tears streaming down my face as I looked up to him with the saddest blue eyes hoping he would take pity and stop, but he never did. I was really hurt by his aggression and he definitely knew it this time, which I believe only made him more heated. I closed my eyes and began to count using the time to keep my thoughts elsewhere believing every number I counted only furthered me to the end of this. I just got over a hundred when he finally exploded in fulfillment still half submerged in the deep bath I was struggling to gain my bearings in as Ron was picked me up out of the bath and carried me to go to the bedroom, which was just outside the French adjoin doors. Still damp from the hot water in the spa I had goose bumps from the chill of the fresh air where he brought me to the bed and proceeded to deeply violate my every being. Eventually his scars that he left were too deep ever to be healed and would even carry on through the years to come. Upon his bursting with pleasure for the second time, he just got up and left, without even saying a word to me. Left alone I was awake for hours after that. There was no escaping the pain that night. I lay naked wrapped in the sheets, sobbing in the dark. My feelings of being hurt and disgusted after his abusive ordeal ““When will it ever stop” | prayed to God and begged for death rather than face another day in my life. | woke up still alone the next day and exasperated from the misery I felt the night before. Ushering through my drawers to find something to throw on | could care less what lay in store for me today, couldn’t be as bad as being raped by a scary man repeatedly. 10 ( Copyright Protected Material GIUFEFRE0G4 143 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021149