From under My Blanket...Damn, I'm Not the Queen?! Book 5

By Nellie Cake

I'm a survivor of over thirty six beatings and rapes under knives and guns. I witnessed the violent beating, rape and murder of two nine year old card playing hillbilly girls at the hands of the same man who beat and raped me the day before. I have children by some of these rapist, abusive violent husbands and narcissist, but were also stolen by them. I'm not in the "#ME TOO" movement, I'm in the "#I SURVIVED" movement. After a man kidnapped, beat and raped me when I was nine years old I had serious doubts of being the Queen. Then the same man kidnapped, beat, raped, and murdered of my two little nine year old card playing Hillbilly girl friends in front of me. So, I knew I would never be the Queen. Then I had a long life of homelessness, violence, abuse, rapes, beatings, guns, and knives while homeless and hitching on the highways which confirmed even further that I'll never be the Queen. Many marriages and relationships with men were long, violent, abusive, rapes, beatings, guns, knives, and narcissistic abuse taking me further from being the Queen. They're was lots of incest and inbreeding within both sides of mom and dad's family, but they're are no Kings or Queens. ALL of my family alienated me and acted as though they were Kings, Queens and Holier than me, so I wasn't surprised to learn that I wasn't the Queen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463032848

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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Damn, I'm Not the Queen?!

From Under My Blanket

After the first rape I had no idea there were many more men in the world who will rape, assault, beat, and pull knives and guns on me or any child or woman. I was raised in a Pentecost Oneness family and we were not told of these things. God only knows what makes some men gentle and loving and some men violently take what is not theirs, which is in some cases is sticking their penis in any hole available and I'm fighting for my life while telling them NO!

Trauma as a raped child is just as traumatic as being raped as a teenager or adult. One rape robs a human of all power, self worth, dignity, self esteem, and we take on the blame, shame, disgust, embarrassment, pain, self loathing, and then being raped by the system if I decide to press charges. The cops have a female cop or nurse scrape stuff my vagina and take blood. Then I'm put trial with no names or information of the rapist and filling out tons of paperwork.

The abuser or rapist is usually no where to be found after their dirty deeds. Many rapes causes diseases and babies. Rapes and abuse in any form takes all power from any human leaving us vulnerable to entire world and family judging us harshly and wrong. We are doubted and even called a liar because that makes it go away for them. Any human who knows about it looks at us with disgust and wander if we would screw their man and call rape.

We're never believed or treated right by anyone we've told or they already know. Some men are proud of their dirty deeds and tell on them self. Many abused and raped women talk candid, straight up nasty mouthed and don't give a damn anymore what people think. We lose a lot of our family and are not accepted easily by anyone. After any rape if we try to press charges we are put on trial immediately and put through a rigorous investigation and violations of our bodies.

We have to fill out reports on men who we don't know details on. The main thing we don't get to do is ask our assaulter or rapist what they're name and details are and by the way give me DNA and do a rape kit for me. People and counselors say, Don't let it bother you or it wasn't your fault while we're thinking, have you ever been raped or abused, have you even been around violence?

After a lot of rapes when a man is fighting me or raping me, I know I'm fighting for my life so I give up my coochie to save my life. I'm a graphic writer and even talk graphic because life has been graphic. I shut off all emotional receptors to help ease the emotional anxiety. Some men I believe start at an early being perverted. Many boys in school used to look up my dress all the time and ask me to push my panties aside so they can see my coochie.

What parents should be teaching their boys to respect all women and teach children how to hurt perverts and stress a million times about not talking at all to strangers. One old man in our neighborhood when I was growing up gave me presents and one day he gave me a ball and was luring me to an abandoned church down the road. The neighbors saw me following him and called the law.

Sometimes the abuser, attacker and rapist is within the family and them and the rest of the family