Seven Sisters...Carrieann's Grand-Babies

By Nellie Cake

Including me Recluse, seven sisters, my six sisters and I run the D.A.I.B.E.O. asylum for the criminally insane together. We were originally put here when we were born and because of our family history were deemed to grow up to become dangerous criminal psychopaths. We don't know or understand why we had this title put on us.

Our oath and responsibility to each other is to wreak havoc among male patients, boyfriends, husbands, lovers, and anyone else who gets in our way. I wonder a lot about what all my sisters and I do out of habit, our personalities, features, mentality, and traits that we have that were genetically inherited from our grand-mother and mother. Or is it all derived or formed from the psychotropic drugs we've been on most of our incarcerated lives.

We don't know any of our family, but we all have something special in common past our looks, personalities and features. We love eating brains scrambled with eggs and onions. This is the story of how we found out who our grand-mother, mother and aunts were and where we came from. My sisters and I are a great medical team and work together to saw off the top of male patient's, boyfriend's, husband's, and lover's heads and carefully scoop out their brains to scramble with eggs and onions. A normality compared to the capture and torture we put them through by chopping off one ball at a time then the dick before their final demise. Sometimes we chop off one ball just to hear them all screaming in unison.

I'm going to tell you all about how we learned about our past. The patients in this asylum are not here by choice. They were court-ordered to spend their life here because they are criminally insane. They beat, raped and killed babies, children and women. Some of them were brought here by my six seductive sisters and me, the eldest, and my name is "Recluse". We don't know how we got our names because we came here with tags attached to us with our names on them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005784560

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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Seven Sisters...Carrieann's Grand-Babies

Nellie Cake

Published by Nellie Cake at Smashwords

Copyright 4/22/2020/Nellie Cake

Including me Recluse, seven sisters, my six sisters and I run the D.A.I.B.E.O. asylum for the criminally insane together. We were originally put here when we were born and because of our family history were deemed to grow up to become dangerous criminal psychopaths. We don't know or understand why we had this title put on us.

Our oath and responsibility to each other is to wreak havoc among male patients, boyfriends, husbands, lovers, and anyone else who gets in our way. I wonder a lot about what all my sisters and I do out of habit, our personalities, features, mentality, and traits that we have that were genetically inherited from our grand-mother and mother. Or is it all derived or formed from the psychotropic drugs we've been on most of our incarcerated lives.

We don't know any of our family, but we all have something special in common past our looks, personalities and features. We love eating brains scrambled with eggs and onions. This is the story of how we found out who our grand-mother, mother and aunts were and where we came from. My sisters and I are a great medical team and work together to saw off the top of male patient's, boyfriend's, husband's, and lover's heads and carefully scoop out their brains to scramble with eggs and onions. A normality compared to the capture and torture we put them through by chopping off one ball at a time then the dick before their final demise. Sometimes we chop off one ball just to hear them all screaming in unison.

I'm going to tell you all about how we learned about our past. The patients in this asylum are not here by choice. They were court-ordered to spend their life here because they are criminally insane. They beat, raped and killed babies, children and women. Some of them were brought here by my six seductive sisters and me, the eldest, and my name is Recluse. We don't know how we got our names because we came here with tags attached to us with our names on them.

Not to sound conceited, but my sisters and I are seductive, beautiful, gorgeous, cunning, and luring. We're also dangerous, deadly, vengeful, and highly intelligent. We lure men or should I say disable, maim and or kill them after they fall in love with us. Well, needless to say, don't fall in love with a Recluse! Our asylum is our home and the site of their ending demise.

I left my sisters and the asylum and met my first lover Robert and his best friend Ricky in a small remote town that didn't even have a store or post office. I was going to his parent's country church singing, dancing in the Spirit and playing a tambourine. I even studied how to speak in tongues so I could fit in with this tiny country church's members. I never knocked over pot belly stoves though and never messed up on speaking in tongues it was well rehearsed. My six sisters and I needed and craved to eat brains scrambled with eggs and onions for the euphoria it provided. Eventually my sisters and I put them on the menu.

Just after the sun came out shining bright and beating down on us, before stepping into the church the sun was shining on my dress and Robert and his best friend Ricky could see my slim silhouette through my thin, light chiffon dress. They were staring at my small figure as I was walking into Robert's parent's church. Robert was always with his fat ass, butt ugly cousin he was fucking and his best friend Ricky. I knew Robert and Ricky were always staring at me and what they wanted to do to me. I knew they wanted to screw me, but I knew what I wanted to do to them from that first day they were staring at me and fantasizing. It's usually obvious when men are being whore dogs.

Robert and Ricky invited me to a party at their apartment which turned out to be an old abandoned building that had seven floors and was unusually dark and eerie. There were a lot of people on the first floor partying, snorting and shooting cocaine and drugs with needles into their veins or between their toes and fingers, huffing paint, and drinking beer and alcohol. I kept quiet about my hunger and cravings for their brains. I had to go along with their bullshit for that moment. Robert, Ricky and me became a three-some going to beaches naked with our bodies painted like we were wearing bathing suits and swimming trunks.

The parties were wild and they were always mean to me and let their friends be abusive to me as well. Robert and Ricky kept trying to drown me in the ocean after