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Hello, my dear subscribers. Well, it's time for some incredi..

Published: December 21st 2023, 11:21:19 pm

Hello, my dear subscribers. Well, it's time for some incredible stories. Some of you wondered where I disappeared to, as I haven't posted anything since October 25th. Many have unfollowed me, while others continued to write and worry. Well, now I'll tell you an extre.mely unpleasant story that happened to me on my birthday and continues to this day.

On October 25th, it was my birthday, and initially, I planned to celebrate at home. However, I decided to treat myself and go to a sauna with a pool. On the 24th, I booked a sauna session, planning to spend time alone and create new photos and videos for my page.

On the morning of October 25th, as I was getting ready for the sauna, ready to call a taxi, I decided to stop by the store in my building. A stranger approached me, showed a police ID, and asked for my name. After my response, he requested to g.et into his car for a discussion, where he accused me of disseminating pornography. Another policeman was in the car, sitting in the front passenger seat, while the first one blocked my exit by standing right next to me. Later, I noticed another person from their group coming straight out of my entranсe. There were three of them, waiting for me since the morning near my house. When I asked for permission to call my lawyer, they handcuffed me and threatened to imprison me for 4 yeаrs. Immediately, they offered an alternative – if I cooperate in the investigation, the maximum charge would be house arrest. I agreed because being relatively free seemed better than a 4-yeаr prison term.

After that conversation, we wen.t to my home, where they started inspecting and collecting all my equipment for examination. They took everything from me – starting from my phone, cameras, and photo lighting to my intimate items and cash with bank cards. Neighbors from my building were invited as witnesses. I felt incredibly ashamed in front of these strangers, yet I was too frigh.tened to dwell on it. I asked the police officer if I would get my things back later, and he said they would be returned after the examination. Also, they assured me that after the evening interrogation, I would be home, but later I discovered it was a big lie.

After some time, two more policemen arrived, responsible for transferring the equipment for examination. They had to take me to the police station to build evidence against me. After a few hours, when all my belongings were signed for, they took me to the police station for questioning. Initially, they browsed through my pages on OnlyFans, Twitter, Pornhub – everywhere my content was available – and saved it for examination. I cooperated, granting access to my pages. This lasted for about 3-4 hours. Then the people who had been waiting for me at my home arrived, and they took me to another police station for further questioning. It's worth noting that none of my relatives knew where I was, but since it was my birthday, my phone was constantly ringing with calls from my family, and I couldn't answer. They didn't allow me to use the phone to call my parents. The interrogation began, and I told everything I could, speaking the truth. I explained that I manage my OnlyFans page, promote it on Instagram and Twitter, etc. Simultaneously with the questioning, the police officers looked at printed A4 photos of me, exchanged remarks like "look at this one, sweet booty" making me scared and uncomfortable, fearing they might do something to me. They started bringing various documents for me to sign, saying they were ordinary documents for the examination, etc. I asked the police officer if it was true that I wouldn't go to prison if I cooperated with them. The answer was "yes, but there's one catch." Later, I understood what the "catch" was. They said that during the examination, they couldn't initiate a criminal case, so they couldn't provide me with documents prohibiting me from leaving the country. Consequently, I would have to spend some time in the investigative isolation cell.

I was in complete shock – they promised one thing, but in reality, it turned out to be something entirely different. Hoping that this would somehow influence my future freedom, I agreed to sign documents alleging resistance during arrest. They told me that in 3 days, there would be a court hearing on this case, and I would be sentenced to 15-30 days of arrest in the isolation cell. I sat there with tears in my eyes, unable to believe that this was happening to me on my damn birthday.

They sent me for inspection, took off my shoelaces, took my purse, and sent me to a cell in that police station. I was terribly hungry; they still didn't allow me to call my parents, and I wanted to sleep. After only 5-10 minutes, they took me out of the cell and pu.t me in a car; it turned out they were taking me to a completely different place. As I was driving, many thoughts crossed my mind, uncertain about what would happen next and how I would endure all of this.

I was brought to the investigative isolation cell, where they stripped me naked, searched all my pockets, and later returned my clothes, leading me to a temporary holding cell. The cell, designed for six people, housed many more—around 15 individuals. The air was filled with a dre.adful sm.ell, the lights were constantly on, even at night. Because of this, it was unclear whether it was day or night. Time crawled by agonizingly slow; bedbugs crawled everywhere, constantly trying to feed on my blооd and the blооd of those around me. The food was so repulsive that I could hardly eat it; the most I managed was to eat bits of bread they gave us once a day alongside the main dish. During my free time, I pondered my situation, thinking, "Please, just give me one chance to get out of here."

The decisive day arrived, the day of the court, it lasted an eternity, and I didn't expect anything, just wanted to hear how much more time I'd have to spend in this hell. It turned out my parents were looking for me all this time, and when they found out where I was, they contacted my lawyer, who was present at my trial. The trial took place online via Skype. I admitted my guilt, pledging it wouldn't happen again, but as you remember, I didn't resist during the arrest; they simply forсed me to admit guilt. After hearing me, the judge began to contemplate the sentence. I stood in tears, plea.ding with the lawyer to tell my parents to feed my cat, who had been home alone without food and water.

The judge begins to read the charges against me, and instead of additional arrest, they impose a fine, a huge fine, but I was happy to hear it. My joy knew no bounds; I was already envisioning how I would leave this country to secure my future, to have the opportunity to live freely.

Upon leaving the prison, my parents greeted me and took me home. Thus ended the worst days of my life, my worst birthday. The next day, I said goodbye to my parents, packed the most important things in my backpack, and left with tears in my eyes, realizing that I might never see my parents, yоunger brother, and sister again.

A month after I moved to another country, a police officer contacted me on Telegram, saying a crim.inal case had been initiated, and I needed to appear to give testimony. After a few days, when I didn't show up, he contacted me again, stating that I was declared wanted, and my case was suspended. Due to this, the concept of the statute of limitations doesn't apply, and I might never be able to return to my home country.

Throughout this time, I restored access to my accounts, bought a new phone, consulted with lawyers, and tried to somehow rebuild my life. I lost a lot of time, and now I practically have to start my entire career from scratch. My whole life is about to start from zero.