I was a dogfighter for 10 years....this is my story [TW: Gross shit in here]

Hey guys, I just made this new throwaway account to tell this story. I'm not doing it for sympathy or to make myself feel better or anything like that. I've never told a single person my entire life story, and I feel like I need to get it off my chest. This is the only thing that I can remember in my life that I haven't told a therapist. I do this because I refuse to allow myself to think that I'm not guilty, even if my therapist thinks I am. Before I begin, I just want to say that I do not condone this shit at all. It is terrible, and I am not proud of myself. I am not looking for pity at all. It all started when I was 6 years old. For the first 3 years of my life, I was severely abused. My birth mother beat me, starved me, burned me, drowned me, and many other things. One day she was arrested after beating me so badly I couldn't walk for 6 months. It was at this point that I was put into the foster care system. I was bounced around from home to home, being physically and mentally abused at each one. I was also conveniently "forgotten" at a grocery store for a few hours at one point. I was never treated like a human at these homes. I was treated like a slave. When I was 6, I was put into the foster care system for the final time. This is where I met Terry. He was a very nice guy, and treated me like a person. He had a wife named Cara, and a daughter who we'll call Katie. Katie was a year younger than me, and she was a very sweet girl. Unfortunately for us, Terry and Cara didn't want foster kids, they wanted to adopt. Unfortunately for us, we were both "red flag" kids, kids that are classified as too difficult to be adopted. So, we were bounced around foster homes for years until we were finally adopted by the family 2 years later. I grew up fairly normally after that, but I had a very difficult time adapting. Terry and Cara both worked, and Katie got to go to a normal school. I had to go to a special needs school because of the way I spoke. After my abuse, I couldn't speak. It was a hard road to get to where I am today, and they helped me get that far by taking care of me. When I was 9, Terry and Cara were in a bad car accident. Terry broke his neck and Cara broke her back. They were both bedridden for years, with Terry having to be in a halo and Cara having to be in a full body cast. Now, I wasn't "forced" to do anything, but when you're raised the way that I was, you don't understand that you don't have to do something. I was told that I needed to take care of Katie since they were bedridden. Katie was 8 at this point. I did everything for this girl. I would spoon feed her, bathe her, do her homework for her, and anything else that she needed. She was like my baby. I also did all the chores around the house to keep it clean, got them food and water, and even got Terry and Cara their medicine. I started getting into shit when I was 12. Terry and Cara finally got out of bed after 3 years. Terry could barely walk without a walker, Cara had full use of her upper body but her legs were paralyzed. Terry sued the man that crashed into him, and ended up getting a pretty good payout from it. Katie got a "trust fund" from the money, but she was too young to legally have it. I think it was around 3 million dollars. I have a feeling that this money was a large part of why I was treated the way that I was. That same year, Terry and Cara started forcing me to do jobs for them. They started by sending me out to sell drugs, which I will admit I happily did. I never got caught, and I always managed to have a little bit of weed or something for myself. They started pushing ketamine, meth, and heroin, and I was required to do these drugs as well. I would often come home late at night, and I would be forced to do a drug test. If I came back positive for any of the shit they didn't sell, I would be "punished" by being beaten or starved. Around this time, I started committing robberies and other crimes. I would steal cash and jewelry from houses that I broke into, and I would give it back to them. I would go into stores and steal thousands of dollars worth of shit, and I would give it back to them. I would do anything that they asked me to do. If I came back empty handed, I would be beaten until I couldn't sit up. I was told that I was nothing but a slave, and that if I ever told the cops, I would be killed. They would constantly remind me that they were my only family, and that I would be nothing without them. I was nothing but a dog to them. At 14, I was required to do something called "Ren Faire". For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a festival where people dress up in costumes and pretend to be knights or something. I would have to go to these events and play a character, but in reality, I would be selling drugs. I also had to do events called "raves". I would sell drugs at these events, and then I would be required to go back to Terry and Cara and give them all the money that I made. If I didn't make enough, they would tell me that I had failed and that I wasn't a good slave. At 15, I started doing something called " sucking dick for money". I was required to go to a specific corner every night and suck as many dick's as I could. I would do this from 10pm to 1am, and I would give them all the money that I made. Then, I started doing dogfights. I would go to secret underground dogfights against other kids. If I won, I would get a large amount of money and drugs. If I lost, I would be beaten until I couldn't walk. I was constantly covered in bruises and broken bones. I would have to fight dogs at these dogfights as well. They would put me in a room with a wild dog and I would have to fight it until it died. I was required to rip its throat out with my hands. I wasn't allowed to use anything except my hands. If I failed at killing the dog, I would be beaten and starved. I had to also kill the dogs that lost fights. The winning dog would be brought into a room and left alone with me. I would have to kill it with my hands, and then I would be required to eat its heart raw. I would also be required to eat the hearts of the dogs that I killed. I finally ran away when I was 16. I was finally out of their clutches. I graduated high school and went to college. Now I'm just trying to live a normal life. I have a hard time thinking that I'm a normal person though. They spent my entire life telling me that I'm not human, and that I'm nothing but an animal. It's hard to ignore that. So yeah, that's my story. Thank you for listening to me ramble.

I was a dogfighter for 10 years....this is my story [TW: Gross shit in here]

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