SURVIVOR STORY-3

Hello everybody,

Since mine and my husband's interviews are unfortunately no longer available on the website of the Abuse Congress due to its surprising shutdown, the latter would like to take up all the subjects of the interviews in writing and deal with them in more detail for you. This document is written from my subjective experience and point of view, and I find it important that any form of abuse in our modern society is not a taboo subject. I refer to the freedom of speech and expression mentioned in the Basic Law. I will not give any specific names, not even on request, and this is only a subjective experience report!

I was almost 17 years old when I was invited for a "farewell drink" for the first time by an acquaintance who, at the time, was about to join the armed forces. I had previously given him several baskets via Messenger and was sceptical that he wanted to meet at his home in Aachen's Südviertel near the Brussels Ring stop. It was around the middle of April, and it was a hot day. I arrived at the chic address punctually, between 1 and 2 pm, and rang the doorbell. The front door was opened for me by the perpetrator, who was in a bathrobe with an embroidered name on it. He claimed that I was too early and that we had agreed upon another time, which was an outright lie. He stated that I should take off my shoes and wear a top and shorts because it was very warm that day. He proudly gave me a tour of the house and showed me his room after he took his dog to a side room on the ground floor, for reasons of allergy on my part. I was not allowed to go into the garden because friends and members of the radical fan group "Alemannia Aachen" were supposedly waiting for him there. In his room, to the right of the stairs on the first floor, there were some hand-painted and some unpainted Warhammer 40K figures on his desk/work table. He led me to a side wing with a chandelier and a mattress on the floor, which supposedly lay there for his friends who were supposed to spend the night there in the absence of his parents; then, he decided to go to the kitchen to the left of the front door, which was made of high-quality materials, and offered me a shot of vodka to drink; he knew that I don't drink carbonated drinks and stated that I should be to the right of the living room, waiting for him on the reddish couch. With the help of the vodka, I was clearly put under the influence of unknown drugs.

To the left of the living room entrance area was a dark wooden terrace that led over steps to the large garden. However, I didn't hear any other people in the garden, which at that time made me very suspicious about the circumstances of this meeting. We clinked glasses and talked, as I grew tired and foggy. I lost my balance and then fell against his shoulder. I had severe sensory restrictions, and he rhetorically offered to put me on the mattress in front of the couch. He did this in the same breath in which he made the offer. I lost more and more control over my senses and my body while he boasted loudly about his genitals and undressed more and more. Then, he pulled his pants in the middle to the side, and my panties as well, and while I was still weak and quiet, drifting more and more into unconsciousness, saying stop and no, he raped me vaginally and anally. I felt and heard everything, but apparently couldn't speak out loud. The voices around me grew, and my legs and hands were pressed down and restrained by four strong hands, and I passed out from the blood supply suppression from the veins in my neck, which supply my brain with blood.

In between, I remember feeling pain and hearing voices assigned to it. There were around 10 voices, and when I came to, the main culprit and soon-to-be soldier were standing next to me, and I saw a kind of camera with a tripod in front of the mattress. There was nobody else in the room, just him and me, and he threw me out. He even put my shoes on, and I staggered towards the city at the Brussels Ring stop. Fortunately, a former classmate from 10th grade lived at the Piusgymnasium Aachen, which was also in the Aachener Südviertel, one stop away in the direction of the city. I slowly walked, regaining my senses. As I got off the bus at her stop and she was luckily there, I continued to feel extreme anal and vaginal pain as well as dizziness, a strong feeling of gagging in the neck, and pure panic and shock about what was happening to me. She gave me Ben and Jerry's chocolate brownie ice cream after I insisted on a cool meal, and we watched a Jane Austen movie in the small living room-style room off her kitchen. I never confided in her, at least not in detail until today, and we lost contact with each other for a long time due to different interests and different paths in life. When I went to the toilet, I was bleeding profusely (anally and vaginally), and I had to borrow a pad from her before I drove home two hours later. My parents then yelled at me in the evening, at first, but then completely ignored me, although I was clearly scared. I was in the middle of the noisy argument, which often happened because we had been a very dysfunctional family for a very long time. That never changed until the redeeming death of my parents. It was just gone.

Nowadays, this first perpetrator has three children, is married, is a soldier and a potential instructor, and is still likely to be up to mischief through his rape group. His family is still very wealthy. This first perpetrator is a little over 180 cm tall, built and trained, has blonde short-to medium-length hair (probably in an undercut or short to medium-length shaved), and is trained at McFit Rothe Erde along with the second perpetrator and his accomplices and clique, with ice-cold steel-blue eyes.

Since the first of the two incidents (I will come to the second incident in a moment), when I was 17 years old, I have been actively followed, my numbers passed on, my reputation ruined by being called a slut all over North Rhine-Westphalia, underpinned by lies and spread rumors, intimidated, watched, and forbidden to speak, and every step I took was documented. I have successfully stated through reports that the first perpetrator is related to my abuse from a subjective point of view and acts as a trigger and fear factor for it.

The second act of abuse happened around the middle of July the same year after my 17th birthday and was committed by an acquaintance with whom I briefly had a friendship (a maximum of four meetings with mutual interest) in order to "heal" me because they thought this could help me to have intimacy again. It turned out that this perpetrator (who led the pretence of friendship) whom I began to trust as the first man after the crime, was one of the best friends and fellow recruits of the first perpetrator in the same year and probably acted on his behalf but also for his own amusement.

It happened in the afternoon of July of the same year, three months after the first rape. We wanted to go to Kronenberger Park and sunbathe there. The weather was muggy and the sun was burning relentlessly, so I wore a bikini under my shorts and my top. I had no idea what the second perpetrator and alleged acquaintance had planned, until I met him with one of his buddies, who was assumed to be perfectly fine and who also came from Kronenberg. The fact that he had a good friend with him did not bother me; it was only when the second perpetrator immediately went with me (on the suggestion of his friends) to get chairs from the basement of his house with me that surprised me very much. It looked to me as if it was a tough game, and this was confirmed very soon. We got the keys and went down to the cellar of the house, where suddenly, the second perpetrator opened a side door to a dark adjoining room or boiler room in which "conveniently" no electricity seemed to be available. The second perpetrator and I looked through an opening in the room. The second perpetrator's buddy covered the opening and stood in front of it with his legs wide apart. The second perpetrator leaned forward and, despite loud protests, pulled my pants down and my bikini bottoms to the side, then leaned forward and penetrated me vaginally against my will and amid screams of pain and protest. He didn't stop and the more I tried to fight back, the more he threatened me that if I wasn't quiet or should ever talk about it, he would make sure that I would be very sorry and that he would silence me, going on to emphasise that it was a promise. His friend heard the whole thing for sure, as I screamed loudly, but did not step in. He also turned on music on the loudspeakers when my screams got louder. When the second perpetrator was done with me, I put on my pants in pain and shock and, at the compulsion of the second perpetrator, had to carry the chairs, which he quickly got out of the compartment, into the park and then give him and his mate a beer. When I got back, my cell phone was gone, and it was claimed to have been stolen by teenagers, and there was nothing they could do about it. Finally, I was forced to go home. Of course, I got in trouble because of the missing cell phone. I threatened the second perpetrator to call the police, and suddenly, a day later, my phone was found in factory condition and given to him. He gave it back to me shortly afterward, in the city, and here we parted for the time being. Today, I can say with certainty that the deed was planned, just like that of his friend in April of the same year, and he has no regrets.

After the crime, I was and still am persecuted and threatened by the second perpetrator and his friends. My reputation was damaged, my numbers were passed on, harassed by phone with suppressed or Munich cell phone numbers and landline numbers, and additionally, I was actively monitored by his car in front of the door and on the other side of the street; henchmen close to me as well as the perpetrator personally; every step I took was documented, intimidated, and I was and will be forbidden to speak. Videos of the first act and further acts could potentially be circulated and potentially distributed by the perpetrators and their accomplices, admirers, and followers.

The second main culprit is now in a committed relationship with a blonde Aachen girl and recently became a father. He is about 180cm tall, has short brown hair, preferably has an undercut, is broad, and preferably trains at McFit Rothe Erde with his clique and his accomplices. The first perpetrator is a soldier and probably still hunts in Aachen and Munich with his group for new rape victims.

This man appears to be morbidly obsessed with me, enjoys playing mind games, and is still actively threatening me and still persecuting and monitoring me and my husband. From expert reports, I successfully gathered that the second perpetrator is also related to my abuse trauma from a subjective point of view and acts as a trigger and fear factor for it.

Both perpetrators are constantly recruiting new young followers, admirers, confidants, and accomplices through their jobs, and their actions in the past and present are the best-known and kept secrets in the cities of Aachen, Cologne, and Munich, as well as in the affluent circles and their professional environment as well. Almost all of the perpetrators belong to the radical fan group of Alemannia Aachen, and some of them also belong to the same professional group or a closely related security professional group.

Be on the lookout for these sick sex offenders and their accomplices and their clique. Never leave your drinks unattended, no matter where you are with whom (you should be aware of that anyway). The perpetrators like to party and go to bars and clubs to hunt there. They will probably then invite you to a private address afterward or on some other occasion, and then possibly drug you with a drink or food so that you are defenceless and they can do whatever they want with you. They also actively hunt for new victims on other platforms and in everyday life.

Immediately distance yourself if you recognise even the smallest warning sign or feature, the main actors described by me or their admirers, accomplices, or clique, and take good care of yourself.