John's tale is probably the most miserable at all. The fact that i know this is a mark of how much he loved me, (yes i said loved) and yet we saw how he treated me. The man was twisted beyond repair. i hate his bitch mother, and i'm glad she is dead, and i hate that bastard Edward, and everyone else who was a part of the boy John's life. May the fuckers rot and burn. John was the child of a junkie whore. His mother wouldn't give him up, even though she would have been allowed to. Benny told me that the state tried to take John from his mother three times, and she always cleaned up and behaved well long enough to keep him. Such was her determination to keep her meal ticket. Starting at 5, she pimped him out to male clients. She beat him, starved him, tortured him. Finally she sold him to Edward for smack. John was the first prostitute Edward ever owned. Until then he had only trafficked in drugs. But, beginning with John he started his trade in flesh and souls. The boy was 9. Edward made every mistake you can make. It was from John he learned about the principal of happy workers. Because first he tried to keep the child as miserable and downtrodden. He kept John in a kennel in his apartment, and treated him worse than most people would consider treating the rat they caught in their rat traps. How John clung to life is beyond me. His mother was a frequent buyer from Edward yet never moved a finger to help her son. If fact, she would stand just outside his pen and mock him. The day she overdosed in Edward's apartment changed John's life. Edward noted John's more productive behavior when he was happy. And, i have no doubt watching that bitch foam at the mouth and convulse made John very happy. Edward released John from his pen at age eleven. And, he found out John worked better fed, fairly happy, and treated like a human being. In time Edward grew to love John. And, as an act of atonement for his early treatment of him, gave him every opportunity to hurt and maim, which was John's chief source of happiness. By 14, John, who would eventually top out at 6' 4" and about 250lbs, was too big to work. The men who purchase little boys, want that. Little boys. So Edward put him in charge of the other kids he had acquired for prostitution. It was because of John's preference for hurting girls that Edward picked them as his specialty. John was the beginning of Edward's empire. By the time i knew them, Edward was no longer actively involved in his businesses on a day to day basis. Men who had been his slaves since boys ran them... and ran them well. The softness of the boy John was gone. Only to be seen occasionally by the lucky few, like myself. John loved me because he loved Benny. And, Benny loved me. And, i was obedient and easy. And, John learned of my own childhood through my alters. And, he felt a kinship to me. That of two people who have lived similar hells. It is a fairly strong bond.i have no hope that John got out. Or that he is doing anything now other than when i knew him. i have no doubt he is still most happy when fucking a sobbing bleeding girl, and picturing his mother foam and convulse. Monster he was, and if he lives still, is. But, pitiful monster none the less.
