Liar

By Grzegorz Glinka

Do you like reading about love? Are you looking for something stronger than usual? Or maybe you want to know what is going on behind the scenes of the Church? After reading this book, you will reevaluate your life.

The girl comes from a pathological family and has been raped many times. Whose son will she give birth to in prison? What will be her fate after her release? Inspired by life, strong and unpredictable story with an amazing ending. It is aimed mainly, but not only, at people with steel nerves, who like spicy details and intimate descriptions without censorship. A dose of motivation and a lot of inspiration? There will be.

I invite you to my theater.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Grzegorz Glinka
• Release date: Jun 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9788395788406

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Grzegorz Glinka

Liar

Translated into English by

Wiktoria Mroczek

2023

© Grzegorz Glinka, 2023

ISBN 978-83-957884-0-6

Table of contents

Prologue  ……………………………………………………………………………………...  8

Chapter I: Pathological individual  …………………………………………………………..  11

Chapter II: Bastard  ………………………………………………………………………….  23

Chapter III: Free world  …………………………………………………………………….  125

Chapter IV: Things went wrong  …………………………………………………………...  173

Final word  …………………………………………………………………………………  197

About myself  ……………………………………………………………………………...  203

Acknowledgment  ………………………………………………………………………….  208

For You

Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.

– Pablo Picasso

Prologue

I was born in Poland in Warmia and Mazury. I never liked going to school. I always thought that most of the knowledge that teachers impart was superfluous and unnecessary to anyone. Sitting in classes, I had the impression that I was wasting my time and littering my mind with some bullshit. In elementary school I read only two readings, while in high school I read not a single one. Studying for my final exam in Polish, I was using cheat sheet when I suddenly dreamed of writing a book. I remember feeling it with my whole heart. At the time, I was sitting on the balcony and gazing at the sun. It was hot, after all, very pleasant, so I allowed myself to drift off. After a few minutes I smiled broadly, because I already knew what the content of my work would be about. I wanted to write about a young girl who was beaten and raped by her boyfriend. In retaliation, she was to take revenge on everyone around her. After passing my high school exams, I went to a meadow located near my place of residence. Feeling great joy, I burned all the notebooks and books I had collected during my education so far. I didn’t want to study any more, but my parents persuaded me to go to college. I didn’t get into a full-time program, and as a result, I studied part-time. In the meantime, I trained soccer, did some modeling and worked as a gas attendant at an LPG station. I simply didn’t have the time to write a book, so I rather quickly forgot about my dream and got silted up in mediocrity. After a few years I emigrated to England, where I met Irek, who told me the story of his aunt. The woman was addicted to lies, which led to very unpleasant events in her life. Listening to this parable, I realized that it was a great scenario, both for a book and a movie. A dream revived in me, which I once again felt with all my being. This time I decided that my work would be on the subject of a notoriously lying woman who can’t tell the difference between a lie and the truth. The problem was that I had no idea how to write a book, so I couldn’t mobilize myself. After less than a decade, I became interested in personal development, which led me to read various literary works, thanks to which – at first completely unconsciously – I developed as an artist. One day I realized that I was ready to finally write something of my own. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. Soon after, I published two books, but, interestingly, they were not about what I had dreamed of before. In the meantime, I met with Halinka – one of my friends from my early youth. The girl, with tears in her eyes, told me about her traumatic childhood, how she was sexually abused by her father and his colleagues. I will not hide the fact that I was shaken by this story. To make matters worse, on the same day, the Straight Man hanged himself – an acquaintance, a would-be priest, who was overwhelmed by what was going on behind the scenes of the Church, or at least that’s what appeared from the farewell letter he left behind. In December 2020, while riding my bicycle through the woods, I was thinking about the plot of my third book. Lies and Rape had potential, but something was missing. Unexpectedly, memories related to Halinka and The Straight Man returned, and the voice of intuition whispered that everything in life is for something and nothing happens without a reason. Moments later, I decided that the main character of my novel would be a girl who comes from a pathological family and is repeatedly raped. Whose son will she give birth to in prison? How will her fate turn out after she is released? Inspired by life a powerful and unpredictable story with a surprising ending. Directed mainly, but not only, to people with nerves of steel, who enjoy spicy details and intimate descriptions without censorship. A dose of motivation and inspiration? There will be no shortage. I gave the book the title Liar. I invite you to my theater…

Chapter I: Pathological individual

Papudraki is a small village, located in southern Poland, which at one time was built by a nobleman with his own hands. The man’s name was Richard Papudrak. He was reportedly a tyrant and loved to mistreat everyone around him. Legend has it that one of his sons tried to poison him, for which he was severely punished. The enraged father took an axe in his hand and dispensed justice himself, not taking kindly to his son. He chopped up his body, then threw it to the pigs to eat. The hungry animals gobbled up everything, including the bones. Both neighbors and other family members did not see or hear anything. A child was reported missing…

One day – several generations later – Beata Papudrak was born in the village, who was the unplanned daughter of Wanda and Janusz. The couple lived modestly, but they certainly did not belong to the poor. Wanda took care of her daughter and home on a daily basis, while Janusz held the position of head of the Melina municipality, which included Papudrakes. Both of them did not abstain from alcohol. They believed that real life was about drinking, so they systematically let it flow, regardless of the time of day or night. They liked to organize lavish parties at their estate, to which they usually invited all their neighbors. One of them was Father Anthoni – Janusz’s cousin. Among others, this man was distinguished by his laid-back approach to life. He loved to joke around, hence he was considered the soul of the company. In addition, he was quite overweight, and thus had a huge beer muscle, on which he occasionally had a picnic.

– Well, after all, it’s just for fun! It’s just for fun, I say – he shouted, laughing from ear to ear.

Beata had an uphill battle from the very beginning. The lack of interest on the part of her parents and the constant alcoholic libations that took place in front of her eyes certainly did not have a good influence on the girl’s development. Papudrakes’ daughter was reticent and had big problems with concentration, which reflected on her grades at school, as well as on her relations with peers, because these left much to be desired. To make matters worse, her father turned out to be a pedophile, and her mother pretended that everything was fine.

– Dad, what are you doing? Get off! – frightened the girl, pushing the man away from her.

– Mom, why is Dad putting his hand under my skirt! – she shouted in surprise, seeking help from her parent.

– What are you shouting for? After all, I am neither deaf nor blind. Calm down, nothing bad is happening. You’re growing and maturing, so daddy just wanted to check that everything is functioning as it should in you there. Child, we’re just worried – the mother replied rather harshly.

At the time, Papudrakes’ daughter was only eight years old and took her mother’s word for it. After a while, the father continued what he had started…

– Take off your panties, please. Come on, don’t be afraid. We’ll see what’s going on there right away – he whispered, fascinated.

Beata, convinced that she was doing the right thing, began to undress. At the same moment Janusz began kissing and stroking her head, and then inserted his middle finger of his left hand into her tiny vagina.

– Daddy, no! It hurts! – terrified her daughter, feeling the foreign body inside her as it moved quite slowly and gently back and forth.

Janusz did not stop. The man’s face spoke for itself. The pedophile looked visibly excited, closing and opening his eyes alternately. He did so with great sensitivity and commitment, and finally began to sweat. Sweat dripped from under his greasy hair, while steam appeared on his glasses. The man weighed about one hundred and fifty kilograms and measured less than two meters. He was simply fat and disgusting, as was his mustache. Not only did he smell of kerosene, but he also stank from under his armpits. Wanda watched the whole situation with curiosity.

– Okay, that’s enough. It seems that everything is fine, but from time to time your father will look in on you and conduct a so-called routine check. One way or another – she said, wearing a mocking smile on her face.

– We are proud of you. You were really brave for your first time. Now put those pants on your ass, quick! And not a word about it to anyone. Such things are not discussed, do you understand? With no one! Well, unless you want to go to hell – she added firmly, looking ominously in the child’s direction.

Papudrakes’ daughter was one of shy persons. She was afraid of hell, Baba Yaga, as well as stories about ghosts and aliens. Sometimes she was even afraid of her own shadow, and all because she was notoriously intimidated by her parents.

As the years went by, the girl’s father began to allow himself to do much more. He felt unpunished, because no matter what, he had the most power in the entire municipality. He made deals with everyone, so no one ever picked on him about anything. One evening, being quite drunk, he decided to go all the way.

– Beata, get up! Routine check! – he yelled, rising from the kitchen stool.

– Janek, don’t fuck around. After all, she sucked your dick a few days ago. And it’s a flash, as you wanted – said Wanda, standing in the window with a cigarette.

The girl’s mother smoked an average of two packs of pipes a day. She stank of smoke in the distance, instead of smelling of no mean perfume. She also never wore makeup. She was a very lazy woman. Not only did she refuse to find a job, but she neglected most of her household duties. To the eye, she was about one meter sixty with a hat and a very slim figure. She was missing a few teeth, and as a result she had a septic tongue. In the village she had quite a reputation. She was said to be a beautiful and unique woman, but somewhat damaged by alcohol and other stimulants.

– Vodka, vodka, vodka has to be! Vodka, vodka, vodka has to be! If there is no vodka, the man is short! Vodka, vodka, vodka has to be! – sang Janusz, approaching his daughter’s room with a wobbly step.

– Dad, it’s late. I’m sleeping – said the girl, turning over to the other side.

– Daughter, trust me. Everything will be fine. After all, you know we can’t postpone it indefinitely. Take off your pajamas, now! – mumbled the parent.

– What for? What can we not postpone? – wondered the girl.

– Beata, listen… You are already twelve years old, so you are almost an adult. I make no secret that in the near future I would like to become a grandfather. Mom also dreams of grandchildren. But before that happens, you need to see if you can have children, so that it won’t be too late later – whispered the father, giving the impression of being concerned.

A few minutes later it was all over. Beata had lost her virginity to her dad. She cried during intercourse, and the same afterwards, but the worst part of it all was that she thought she had done the right thing.

– Well, that’s fine. A bit tight, but she’ll get better with age – said the pedophile quietly, hugging his daughter.

– It hurt! – yelled the victim with tears in her eyes.

It was one of the worse evenings in the Papudrakes’ lives, because from then on the father began to look in on his daughter at least once a week to conduct a so-called routine check. Interestingly, each time in a different way. Beata was not happy about this. She rebelled, but did not achieve anything good with her behavior.

– You have to obey your father, do you understand? And don’t ask for any money! You won’t get anything, forget it! And if you don’t like something, then pack up and get out on the street! – shouted the enraged mother, spitting all around her.

Beata lacked real friends. Her peers were very reluctant to talk to her, hence she had no one to confide in about her problems. There was no one she could trust, and no one she could ask for help. The girl suppressed all negative feelings and emotions within, which led to her becoming an explosive person. She couldn’t cope with herself or her surroundings. She hated everyone for everything and started living her own life. First, she dropped out of school, then started stealing and fell into conflict with the law. She was arrested several times. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday, she was sentenced to two years in juvie for stealing a mobile phone she tried to carry out of a shopping mall. A conversation with one of the convicts gave her a hard time.

– Howdy, cunt! I’m Andżela. What are you in jail for? – asked in surprise the stranger, while on a group walk in the woods.

– Jo, you old roue! I’m here for giving first aid. My father had a nosebleed, so I put a neck brace on him – replied girl, smiling mysteriously.

– Did he at least fuck you well? Fucking pervert – continued Andżelika, looking deeply into the eyes of her newfound friend.

– No, it’s not like that at all… – choked out Beata, lowering her head down.

– Whoa, that’s fucking crazy. Anyway, never mind. Remember that it’s not worth telling the truth, never, because later there are only problems. Life is a constant illusion, everyone sees it in his own way. Say one thing, do another. Be an enigma, and you will always be one step ahead of others. Do everything with sensitivity and don’t forget about the reality around you – the convict stated.

The day Beata returned home, Wanda and Janusz held a welcome party in honor of their daughter. They invited the whole village, not forgetting the neighborhood.

– Welcome home, dear daughter. Today we’re celebrating in such a group, as you can see, and tomorrow we’ll make a makeover with Uncle Anthoni – said the pedophile, having started a round with a flask around the table.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, giving the impression of being completely uninterested, and went to her room, from which she decided not to leave during the party.

– Beata, a routine check! – shouted at one point the drunken father, approaching his daughter’s room.

The girl, unable to control the tears flowing from her eyes, covered herself with a quilt. Moments later, something terrible happened. Once again, the rape of a minor took place in the Papudrakes’ house, and as standard, no one reacted. Shortly thereafter, as if nothing had happened, a contented daddy continued partying with other members of the revelry, while his daughter swore to herself that this was the last time she would allow herself to do such a thing. Sobbing, she went to the kitchen and took the largest chopper there was out of the drawer, then returned to her room and