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Mein Kampf …, My Struggle – Chapter 08

Taken

 

Giggerota just takes her. Dragging Lucy’s limp body into the dark alley. Giggerota’s clothes shred as the Martian changes into her native form. Giggerota tosses the girl down an open manhole.

 

In the B-movies, places like this are portrayed as being filthy and smelly, and parasite infested. The cinematic denizens which populate these dark, dank recesses are presented likewise. Reality, in contrast: places like this, and their inhabitants, are spic-n-span. But. Those cheapie horror flicks do get two things right—i.e., the extensive use of indentured servitude, and the inhabitants are crazy.

Karen comes to herself lying upon the bare mattress of a cot in a corner of the gourmet restaurant’s larder. Dressed in a torn black fishnet bodystocking, wearing rough and perls, sporting messy straight hair, and noticeably thinner than when she was first abducted.

The girl is restrained with handcuffs and leg irons. Both sets of restraints are rusty hardened iron, with arcane script carved into them. She’s strung-out on Giggerota’s lobotomizing venom. The ruined fishnets have been yanked down around her waist.

There are puncture wounds in her left arm, the leftside of her neck, and her right breast. Some are fresher than others. Evidence of her being repeatedly fed upon by the Martian over a period of time. Her breath reeks of liquor, likely gin or whiskey.

The girl sits up. Her head is killing her. The girl’s debilitating migraine is caused by an enlarged pineal gland and lizard brain. A headache that fuels her madness. Mad as a hatter, so to speak.

Karen has no memory of who she really is. Her mind has been wiped clean, and rewritten with a false identity and false memories to go along with that fictitious personality of hers. It’s an imprint that Giggerota purchased on the black market from Sister Judith Head a Bene Gesserit nun who Giggerota once served with in The Order.

Here. She’s Karen Digney. Prostitute. Junkie. Drunk. Former mental patient. Kitchen aid. Frumpy cunt. In short: a dowdy mentally ill food worker.

Karen will rant and rave incoherently, gnash her teeth, and foam at the mouth during a full moon.

Even when she’s undressed, not wearing rough, and looking at herself in the mirror, Karen sees herself as a frumpy cunt instead of the looker with a killer body that she is. She suffers from an extreme version of BDD.

Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) is a mental disorder usually characterized by an obsessive preoccupation that some aspect of one’s own appearance is severely flawed and warrants exceptional measures to hide or fix it. In Karen’s case, she sees her entire appearance as being flawed.

The Visage Très Rugueux, the fright wig hairdo, are all calculated to reinforce Karen’s OCD. And, they do.

Obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is a mental disorder where people feel the need to check things repeatedly, perform certain routines repeatedly (called “rituals”), or have certain thoughts repeatedly (called “obsessions”). People are unable to control either the thoughts or the activities for more than a short period of time.

Shades of the Patricia Carroll character that actress Stefanie Powers portrayed in the movie “Die! Die! My Darling!” (1965). The star was Tallulah Bankhead, who portrayed Mrs. Trefoile.

In that movie, Ms. Powers was twenty-something and voluptuous. In sharp contrast, Ms. Bankhead was seventy-something, scrawny shrew.

By this deranged addict’s twisted way of thinking, she has been indentured for almost a year to pay off a debt owed to the Fitzwilly’s lecherous down under manager Giggerota.

Giggerota is naked and in her native form, and she’s wielding a meat cleaver. She’s working at a craving table, chopping up a fresh human cadaver for tomorrow’s Sunday brunch. The Martian is clean. Her hygiene is the model for Karen’s.

“Oh goody. You’re awake.”

Giggerota’s loathsome face and voice. Loathsome, befitting a dominatrix or a shrew. It is a grating voice, akin to fingernails across a chalkboard. And a hideous face.

Insane Karen starts to say something in objection as if sane Lucy were trying to peek through from her subconscious. Giggerota’s eyes glow, and this time they stay lite for a while. The girl has to be periodically dosed so that she will stay Karen and thus subjugated.

That remnant of Lucy goes bye-bye, again. Karen, of course, has no awareness of Lucy. In affection, exactly mimicking the mental illness known as dissociative identity disorder (DID)—i.e., multiple personality disorder.

The girl goes back to being deranged, vacant Karen in totality. Once again reduced to the lunatic fringe, she gets off the cot and walks over to Giggerota.

If Karen were to speak, her voice would have a heavy New Jersey accent. This Jersey Girl has a loathsome voice. Loathsome, befitting a dominatrix or a shrew. It is a grating voice, akin to fingernails across a chalkboard.

“Very naughty girl. Went AWOL at that clubhouse. Flittering about, above ground, pretending to be someone else. Junkie whore got us way behind. Now, you’re back where you belong and you will help us catch up. Giggerota has great need of your assistance. You are Giggerota’s assistant down here, filling in as needed, to pay back what you owe Giggerota.”

Giggerota hands Karen a meat cleaver. The girl’s makeup-ruined face and fright wig hairdo, by their lonesome, conspire to render her profoundly unattractive. There is no way that her looks can even remotely upstage those of her petty vindictive envious goddess.

The makeup and hairdo make the girl’s face look very, very rough. A face that looks like it’s been ravaged by insanity, unchecked sexual depravity, and chronic drug and alcohol abuse.

“You know the drill. And so it begins. By end of shift you’ll be experiencing withdrawal symptoms, again, and you’ll get needed your fix from your Goddess, your Goddess Giggerota.”

It’s the nature of Martians to enslave and to be obsessive-compulsive. As such. There have been countless other girls pressed into being the fake Karen Digney, before it was this girl’s turn. As one would expect of a god this ancient, all of the subjugated are supernatural and are members of The Church. All are taken with ease and held in total subjugation. All are returned, none the worse for wear, to their real lives, after Giggerota has sown her wild oats using them as the fake Karen. All are duly compensated for their enslavement by being imbued by this very manipulative process into being at least aberrations and on rare occasion’s abominations. As such, they can never be taken against their will so easily and completely again by anyone or anything.

Abduction violates ROE. But. The young are meant to be used by the old. Such is the nature of things. So … God looks the other way in such matters. A fact that stands this discourse on its head.

There’s even more afoot.

There’s another purpose to this madness, besides Giggerota pleasuring herself and then subsequently “upgrading” the abductees. She’s searching for an acolyte. For too long, the goddess has been without any. This goddess of an ancient Pagan religion, that’s so old it precedes that of The Church.

Giggerota craves for just one of these fixed girls to come back to her willing and willfully, and join her in regular divine worship. Two strict practicing Catholics participating in a day of obligation. Their church service a co-existence of an Old Religion’s and The Church’s.

 

The End


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