Don Cody is the main antagonist of the 21 film Girl In The Basement.He is a controlling and cruel father who believes he is right all the time and throws temper tantrums whenever his ego is bruised,or when someone does something he doesn't like,until he is arrested for his crimes of imprisoning his family against their will for two decades.Elisabeth was given a new name following the trial,with strict laws to prevent her identity being revealed.The children,aged between 20 and 34 as of February 2023,reportedly slept in rooms with doors permanently open after undergoing weekly therapy sessions to eliminate the traumas they suffered inside the cellar.Note.Kia Bakchodi film da Don Cody.
They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder.
I thought I was rescuing all of them,
but now I realize that they are all feline victims of Stockholm Syndrome.
The Ogre took a body blow,
tumbling to the ground.
He enlisted the forces of government,
the regime he always labeled “deep state.”
Blubbering, he sat there, enlisting Department of Justice lawyers
to deny he was ever hit,
to conceal that he ever fell.
The fight was rigged because he lost.
The punches were illegal and fraudulent.
This became the mantra infecting social discourse.
This emerged as the slogan to incite
his Stockholm syndrome believers.
They wanted me to get on the stand and testify against Daddy.
I was not about to.
These strangers who wanted to hug me made me sick.
I did not know them; they felt like aliens.
I have nightmares now. I want to go back home.
“He’s not even related to you!” the woman said.
I hate her more now than I did yesterday
Which I did not know was possible.
This is your father, she said, pointing to the weird guy.
I am your mother. He stole you when you were only three.
I jumped when she said this. Her voice scares me.
It is whiny and begging; a stranger’s voice.
He is my DADDY! I screamed at them.
I ran back to the room where they kept me.
Plopped down in the corner and put the blanket over my eyes.
Something caught my eye. A stuffed frog.
Wilbur, I said. Not knowing why.
It was as weird as they were.
I wanted my DADDY.
I hated these strangers.
I've cried for you I've lied for you
To this day i'd lay down my life and die for you
You could smile watching me bleed out on the floor, you could hit me in the face and i'd blame it in the door
You are my favorite type of misery the best method of self destruction I've ever had
you are the one I love you are the one I hate
my forever and always
I miss your bones
Colliding into mine
I miss your skin
Leaving marks
on my neck
I miss your knuckles
Bruised as they are
I miss my tears
Cascading
down
my
face
I am
your
heaven
You are
my
hell.
Flesh and blood
forever be
I
miss
you
hurting
me.
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