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TW: sodomy, rape, domestic abuse, pedophillia, eating disorders, repeated bodily harm
Kyle Vincent Sewell El Segundo, CA/ Azle, Dallas Tx Goes by @ kylesewelly Kylezewelly and zewelly. Please spread this. He is STILL a violent danger to underage girls in Texas. *LONG THREAD*
Kyle Vincent Sewell El Segundo, CA/ Azle, Dallas Tx Goes by @ kylesewelly Kylezewelly and zewelly. Please spread this. He is STILL a violent danger to underage girls in Texas. *LONG THREAD*
Background context important beforehand for this. Kyle met me online when I was 14. My family and I were going through a CPS case because I was putting my pedophile ass stepdad in prison. It lasted about a year. Kyle and I got together when I was 15. He was 18.
I lived in San Diego and he lived in LA. I would make monthly trips to LA and visit. A month or two into our relationship his family kicked him out. He came to live with me.
Almost immediately we had severe problems. Kyle had a very real porn addiction that he would shame me with. I was 15 with little sexual experience before him. I was compared to the women he watched and told I wasn’t pretty, skinny, or good enough constantly.
I felt I had no choice but to do and learn the things he wanted me to do sexually. He enforced shame and insults if I didn’t. He would also embarrass me online to people. I was coerced into many hardcore acts before I was ready. Going only off of his “knowledge” (porn)
He would mock me with other girls he talked to online and tell me to be more like them. At the same time he would instill the mindset that it was me and him against the world, and that I was his everything. We only had each other. Mutual codependency. I only saw it as closeness.
With my tainted and groomed corny view of the world I thought we were just two wounded kids in love. Our issues would go away if I could love it away. soothe his pain and “awful” past. If I only loved him good enough things would be perfect. Things would be okay if I tried hard.
He wanted a very skinny girlfriend and told me so. So I became one. He fueled me to the point my organs started shutting down and I had to be hospitalized. Never visited. Stayed with his brother to avoid my family until I was out. My ed was the ONLY control I had ever felt.
My abusive and isolated childhood created the perfect chance for him to control me and plant anything he wanted. I believed him. “Because he loved me.” I had never experienced that from anyone but my grandparents.
I went into independent studies before he had moved in with me. My family was moving and told him he couldn’t come. The week I turned 18 I dropped out of school, packed my shit and went to LA.
His family previously allowed him to move back in. I was homeless, technically. But lived under their house in the basement that they had done up but never used. (Wealthy neighborhood) I got a job. Kyle didn’t.
During this time I found out he had cheated on me multiple times. Was using MY laptop to keep in contact with these girls. He swore and made promises etc etc. lies. But I had nowhere to go. No family or friends. So I stayed. Kept working. “Got over it” endured more abuse.
Very long story short, his parents wanted him out, he found a loophole begging to his family, we moved to Colorado together and his aunt Laura was extremely cruel and abusive towards me yet pampered him and he said nothing about it
During this time in Colorado he forced me “try” new sexual things we were watching in porn routinely. It only hurt my body. No prep. I was a sexual experiment. I remember i queefed for the first time ever, and got berated. “Girls in porn don’t do that, disgusting, be like them”
I met my dad for the first time and we later moved to Azle Texas. We both worked. moved out together. One night after work, our co workers wanted to smoke weed. I don’t react well to weed but I figured it had been so long that I’d try it. No one told me the blunt was laced.
I could barely walk. I could hardly speak because I was so disoriented. I smashed my finger in the front door forgetting to move it before the door shut. I threw my purse to the ground and stumbled to our room. I fell on the bed. A few moments later I felt Kyle on me.
He wanted anal. I was in an out of consciousness and I struggled to say no but I know for a fact I said no. I remember struggling to move my arm enough to push him off as I said it. I felt him anyway. I passed out from the pain of him entering.
I wasn’t conscious. The next morning I woke up I was bloody and torn. in both places. I couldn’t figure out if it was rape. This was my boyfriend of 5 years. I hadn’t been cheated on in awhile, I thought things were good, right? About a month later he was asking about marriage.
It wasn’t long after that I decided to end it. I couldn’t do it. The idea of permanently tying my life to this person scared me. So the night before his birthday in the morning I broke it off. It was toxic.
He pushed me around, screamed at me, threatened me, then threatened to kill himself. Etc etc. we lived together afterwards for 2 nearly months I think. Then I left to visit redondo beach for what was supposed to be a week. Ended up never returning.
