my name is Anne Riley, I escaped a cult far worse than the FLDS and the kids were far meaner this group was Called the Baptist Fundamentalist Disciples of Christ.
I was told all the time to "be Meek." Then I saw what happened to another Girl Who was raped the Dad's Murdered her and made it Like she had Never been. even her photos were taken down. I was lucky I had a plan but had to use it far sooner than I ever intended My Own brother hid a book on witch craft in my bed room to get my own Father to kill me to try to save himself from Criminal Prosecution. I was planning to run from the B.F.D.C. but at Sixteen I went on a journey that was a road through Christianity hell. I hid out in college towns, and worked in places that hired Teens as Cheap Labor. I saw all the horrors of These bullies and their Holier than thou Crap. To day I help others and When We talk and I tell Where I am From One of the other religious runaways will say "The B.F.D.C. Is a cult"
" I then say to them "That's why I have no room to talk about where you came from."
I even show them my dress an 1800's retro look. That covers tightly from Neck to about an inch above the ground. It still has blood stains on it from the last belt whipping I got for turning my brother and the guys he led to steal and would have led to kill. My worst abuser my dad Died when he disregarded a no motorized vehicles sign on a Bridge in Colorado While chasing Me. I have ducked into witch craft stores to escape bounty hunters from the deacon's court They are so holier than thou they'd never go in to such a store. I'm writing my story firstname.lastname@example.org