When Lori LaFond tells you that she doesn't know why I would say the things that I am telling you, please understand that this picture is one of the many reasons.
In 2007, when I was brutally raped inside Steven Frey's home, I was left groggy and not understanding what had happened. I'd heard about Lori and her friends knocking people out unconscious so that they could infect them many years before when I was living in San Diego. I honestly didn't think that could happen to me, but it already had. Lori had infected me with HIV and stuck an implant in my head when I was 19 and I had no memory of that incident. Of course, it wouldn't be until many years later that Lori and Brian LaFond would begin talking to me using this implant which left me dumbfounded.
I didn't believe in people "hearing voices in their heads". I was actually very outspoken about it when people would file complaints at our courthouse. Then it happened to me and I knew what those people went through trying to tell others. I was once one of the others, and now I am one of them.
Forward to the photograph above. I knew I'd been raped a day or so after the assault. Something about the drug that the criminals used to knock me out left me foggy for about a day, but when it wore off, I could feel the cracks in my skull straining to contain my brain. Of course, we all know I went to the hospital twice for MRIs, but both times I was shown an X-ray, not an MRI. I would later get a copy of the MRIs done on the nights I went to the hospital and was shocked that the doctor had missed the obvious fractures to my face and skull. No wonder I had complained about the excruciating pain when I was at the ER.
Without hospitalization, I was sent home to heal my brain and skull without any kind of medical attention. I blacked out a few times and used ice to quell the aching caused by the brain swelling in my head.
It was then that Lori began talking on this system telling me that she had photographed me in bed with a child while I was unconscious. That meant that she was there! I didn't believe her but it reminded me of when my father was falsely accused of having sex with a student. I began to write in my diary about being photographed in such a compromising and sickening situation. NO WAY was I going to be labeled a child molester and nobody was going to keep me from filing a rape report based on some threat that I heard in my head. I filed the report with Officer Kelley Fieux.
Two or three months later the photograph above was sent to my home as an advertisement for an art show. That is my face being punched on the front of the card. My roommate saw it and knew instantly it was me. Steven Frey knew it was me. Anyone who knows me knows it is me. Now I had a different type of serial following me, a photographer/film trophy taker. These are in the category of the worst of the worst. I'm talking Bianchi/Buono Hillside strangler types that take and torture their victims then photograph them posed in humiliating positions for someone else to see. (Incidentally, Bianchi/Buono pretended to be police officers when finding their targets; something else Lori likes to pretend)
At this point I knew we were dealing with a much more developed serial; a female and a male, brother and sister...scary. Their system was obviously something that they had done before with the hospital MRIs being stolen and the police harassing me. I knew that when Lori had spoken of photographing and filming other children and adults. More than that, we were dealing with a more sophisticated rapist that knows how to blackmail her victims into not speaking with the police. Who would report a rape if they thought that the rapist had framed them with compromising pictures of the rape victim and a child??? It's a blackmail scheme to keep victims quiet. I acquiesced but was furious that someone would try to make me look like a child molester after such a brutal rape. It reminded me of when Lori LaFond did the same thing to my father when I was in the sixth grade. She even manufactured and falsified evidence to sell the crime; it didn't work.
I reported the rape to the police. Oddly enough Bryan Anderson had only recently asked me about Lori LaFond while visiting his home with my parents when he asked me if I would become an informant. I told him that I would need to think about it, but I was then raped a few days later. Even more strange was the reason we were at Bryan's home in the first place; it was after Lori and Brian had been relentlessly threatening me in Steven's home. I couldn't take it any longer so my family went to see Bryan who brought up Lori's name. I never talked about Lori in that whole period of my life from junior high school until I eventually became an informant in 2008. The only exceptions were with my brother-in-law, Jonathan Mendenhall, and in my own diary where I realized that the female voice talking to me was definitely Lori LaFond.
So I have every reason to believe that blackmail, salacious photographs, pornographic films, and child molestation were all parts of the urban legend that people didn't talk about but knew were real. I then began trying to protect the kids in that complex from Lori hurting them. Apparently not before she made a lot of videos of herself and others harming them. I am justified in my talking about these trophies that she keeps simply because of this picture above from my own experience.
I pray for all of the victims of rape, blackmail, and humiliation of this kind. It's human trafficking and it has to be stomped out for good.
