I was coerced from Craig, Colorado. That's in Moffat County. Not Montezuma.
When the FBI ultimately told me there would be an arrest, they knew it happened in Moffat County. 

The FBI was speaking to me because this case crossed state lines.
Like the rest, they offered help. 

Then CRICKETS.

That is because a Colorado judge took a pathetic bribe.
A bribe that I knew because each and every entity enthusiastically wanted to help me. 

CRICKETS.

MindSprigs Health, Colorado
Workforce Colorado

Those two entities had small town ties. 
Once I announced what I'd lived through, they were DYING TO HELP ME.

FUCKING CRICKETS after PROMISES of HELP.
WORKFORCE is for ME to HELP MYSELF.
I have so much proof!

I will hold on to this proof and keep this website up until the day I die. 
I've instructed my children to keep it alive when I am gone. 
I'm not an "Epstein" survivor, but hell if it ain't freaking close!

COLORADO - YOUR JUDGE IS A MONEY GRUBBING WHORE!

I LOST MY SON'S CHILDHOOD BECAUSE OF THESE ASSHOLES.

THEY HATE THIS WEBSITE.

SO many HATE my site and will spend endless hours and tax dollars to try and end me.

Hasn't happened.

The FBI from freaking Quantico!
Another DOZEN folks in a sanctuary area in South Carolina. 
Unnamed location in the heart of Los Angeles.  I've worried people.
And I LOVE it!
 

They will all need to make me DEAD to shut up.

Simple.

That was July 31, 2018. The day I died, for 4 years. The residence of Domenic Joseph Eula was in Mancos, Colorado. After destroying my life, he sold his house and moved on to Saint Simons Island, GA.  He rented there like a loser for a few years.  Then, again like a loser bought the exact  same house in Mancos, Colorado where he held me hostage until promising me I'd be gone in a "New York Minute" because I spent $3 of my own money at Goodwill.

He is older, but a veteran.  He was insane about "nurses corners" on the bed.  He kept fit and bragged about it.  He did endless sit-ups and so on.  Old dude was strong.

He man-handled me to the point of bruising.
He threatened to send my emotional support dog to a kill shelter. 
I didn't really know if that existed at that point at all. 
I could hear the herds to slaughter from downhill.  The screams.
I was terrified and heard the screaming cows all the time.  Nothing was normal. 
There was no where to go. 
Fucking nowhere.
This is the high Colorado desert in the winter.  People don't see eachother for months!
I'd post a map to show how far out in the middle of fuck all his house is. 
There were no curtains or shades.
No neighbors for miles.

This was in October in SW Colorado where there ALSO is NO freaking housing. 
Winters show feet, not inches of snow.
I had nobody.
Nobody cares.

My adult children kept me alive once they knew.
It's hard to tell your kids this stuff.
They are amazing and I will leave that there.

The love I knew of being a "local" in Steamboat Springs, Colorado for 30 years was GONE.
For comparison sake, I'll say Steamboat Springs is a less snooty Olympian producer than Vail or Aspen.
Small town.  I know who my friends still are there.

In SW Colorado - this is Four Corners territory.  Nobody is safe. 
People looked at me as if I were their next meal.

I shaved my head.
Partly because it pissed my attempted captor, Domenic Joseph Eula like the little girl he is.
Partly to fucking stay alive alone. 

Did it.  Still here.

SO much love if you aren't one of this motherfucker's lawyers and read this far.

Pass my story along, please.  It might make people think.
And that is the WHOLE POINT.