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WARNING!! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING CONTENT OF A SEXUAL AND VIOLENT NATURE IN THE STORY BELOW AND ESPECIALLY AT THE LINK!! PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND NOT IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY EXTREME CRUELTY, MISOGYNY AND VIOLENCE!
THE DIVINE TRAGEDY
- by Artist, Author, and Advocate Suzzan Blac
- An excerpt from Suzzan’s book, “The Rebirth of Suzzan Blac”
Up until this time; I thought I knew Evil.
But, I had only ever tasted it.
Now, it was being force fed to me by a malevolence …that had no right to be of this world.
London – 1976
I was so excited on the morning of my interview.
I was to meet Mr. Y at an exclusive hotel in the city center at 2 pm. I washed my hair, fixed my face, painted my nails and put on my prettiest dress.
I was so nervous as I walked into the hotel lobby, but I needn’t have been, because Mr. Y was the most charming of men who put me to ease straight away.
After a couple of drinks and a long chat, he handed me a contract and a consent form, for one of my parents to fill in and sign, as I was only sixteen and still a minor; which served to validate my belief that everything was above board and bona fide.
We discussed the traveling arrangements for the following week, and then said our goodbyes on a hand shake.
I almost skipped the whole way back to the bus stop. I was on cloud nine and once in my seat, I went over the things that he had said to me.
He told me that I had the most symmetrical face that he had ever seen, that I was incredibly photogenic and that he had ‘big’ plans for me.
I had never been so thrilled in my life. I went straight to mother’s house to ask her to sign the consent form. She promptly did, no questions asked, we said our goodbyes and she wished me a good time in London.
The following week I met Mr. Y at New Street railway station. I was besides myself with excitement, especially as I had never been to London before. I felt so confident and sophisticated as Mr. Y complimented me and told me about all the jobs he would line up for me in London and on the continent.
We arrived at Euston station late afternoon. Mr. Y flagged down a black cab and told me that he had a surprise for me.
I was amazed as I took in some of the famous sights during the ride, and even more so when he took me into an exclusive shop to pick out an outfit. He told me that he wanted me to look really special as we were to meet his partner for dinner and drinks that evening.
I had never been so happy as I came out of the changing room wearing a sophisticated black dress, silk stockings and black heels. Mr. Y asked the shop assistant if I could wear them, and if she would kindly put my clothes into a carrier bag for me.
The next two hours were spent sight seeing and drinking coffee in a hotel bar. At 7 pm we walked into a beautiful restaurant to meet Mr. S, who was equally charming and courteous.
They both made me feel like I was somebody. For the first time in my life I actually felt worthy and respected.
We drank, ate and discussed my promising future until around 11 pm. I was feeling rather light headed and tired as the three of us climbed into a cab. I naturally assumed that we would be going to some hotel, say our good nights and meet up the next morning for further discussions.
The cab came to a halt. Mr. Y paid the fare and we all climbed out of the vehicle, into a small, nondescript side street.
We continued to walk through endless back streets, but with each step, the surroundings seemed to get rougher and seedier. It all started to feel rather menacing, and I began to feel rather apprehensive. I knew that at this point, there was no turning back
Finally, we reached a large building that looked like it had once been a hotel. Many of its windows were boarded up and it was in a state of disrepair. As we entered the outer porch, I began to feel a strong sense of regret and forbodement.
Mr. Y unlocked the heavy front door and escorted me into a small bar area, in which a few shifty looking men sat drinking and talking.
They all stopped simultaneously to look at me as we entered.
I felt extremely uneasy and perturbed as Mr. Y told me to sit down. Mr. S brought some drinks over and gave one to me. “Just a nightcap for you, darlin,” he smiled.
As I finished my drink, Mr. Y turned to me and asked, “Would you mind coming to my room to sign some papers before you go to bed?”
Although alarm bells were frantically ringing inside my head, I said that I would; I felt at that point that I would have no choice anyway.
Mr. Y showed me where my room was on the way to his. He opened his door, and gestured for me to enter and sit on the single bed. I could see his briefcase and lots of paperwork on the dressing table. My eyes scanned the room as he took off his jacket, it looked like a basic, cheap hotel room except there was no TV and the window was boarded up.
Mr. Y looked me up and down, smiled and told me to take off my clothes.
My heartbeat dramatically increased so much so, that I could hear the blood pumping loudly in my ears, as the realization of what was happening hit me like a sledge hammer and my body froze.
I was so scared that I did what I was told.
TO READ THE REST OF SUZZAN’S POWERFUL STORY, WHICH IS ILLUSTRATED WITH LOTS OF HER OWN ART, PLEASE CLICK THE LINK BELOW.
WARNING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING CONTENT AT THE LINK!!
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