A good friend of mine pointed me here and let me use his account to post this so I can get it off my chest. I was born in Los Angeles 27 years ago to two parents who were both in the movie industry. My mom was a makeup artist and my dad was a talent manager for smallish TV stars. On my fifth birthday they entered into an agreement and traded me for their own success to a group of people who were very famous in Hollywood at the time. WIthin a year my dad was one of Hollywood's leading managers and my mom had become an actress on a soap opera. After one year I was returned to them and they used the excuse that I had been living with my grandmother in Europe for the last year.

A few years later they tried to sell me to a group of ritualistic satanists, but I managed to run away and began living on the streets at 11 years old. I was later adopted by a family who also worked in the entertainment industry and were extremely sexually abusive. After a few years of abuse and running away I was adopted by a family in St. Louis - where I'd run away to escape Los Angeles.

I didn't know anything about Q until very recently when my friend showed me all of the stuff about pedo- and pizza-gate. But the symbolism, the rituals, it's all written out exactly as I experienced. My parents made the exchange on the opening weekend of the Standard Hotel in Hollywood. Balazs was there and I got to know him a little bit over the year I lived there. But, it was not a good time. I was abused in horrific ways. Many times I was hooked up to IV drugs, fed massive amounts of hallucinogens, kept unnaturally skinny and underfed, and shown brutal and bizarre videos. Men who seemed like they were military or governmental often showed up and ran tests on me, taking blood and saliva samples. I was not allowed to leave the hotel.

I was often dressed up and paraded around parties at the hotel that were filled with super stars like Tom Hanks, John Cusack, Susan Sarandon, Tom Arnold, and lots of other very famous people. The most bizarre experience by far happened right before I was returned to my birth parents on the 360th day of my captivity - it had something to do with symbolism. I was taken to a room I'd never seen before, hidden through a back area and I was introduced to what I could only think of as a TV screen.

It was a highly advanced computer (keep in mind this was 1999) that spoke with a normal voice, could answer and ask questions, and was some sort of leader to the people who were holding me there. The computer, which spoke with a man's voice and called himself Gaderoll when I asked him his name. The computer showed me videos of my parents partying while I was suffering and it showed them making fun of me. Gaderoll also showed me videos of a brother I didn't know I had who was also in captivity at the same hotel and I'd never seen or met him.

Gaderoll asked me if I wanted to grow up and "serve" the hotel. I said I didn't and I wanted to leave. A man took me away and I was locked in a pitch black room and given only water and crackers for five days, then I was locked in a box and delivered back to my parents who were angry that I was returned home. Over the next two years I was sexually abused by my parents and their friends before I eventually escaped.

I tried for years to tell my story and was told I was crazy and psychiatrists tried to put me on drugs. When I was 12 I was kidnapped and two men tried to stage my suicide, but I was rescued by a random homeless man who saw them. I have spent my life watching my back and not telling my story because every time I did I would be attacked. But, after hearing about Q and getting my friends login so I could look around here I finally have hope that someone is doing something about these horrific people.

I am very careful about my identity these days and was shown how to use VPNs and other ways to stay secret in hopes that no one would come for me again. But, I feel like this is a really powerful and Christ-centered community and I feel welcomed.

I guess I don't really know why I'm posting except to get this off my chest.

Thank you.