Not So Human After All

That was 16 and a half years ago. I haven’t seen him since then. He died five years ago. Since we left when I was a baby, I never really knew him so I’ve always kind of felt indifferent about his death. It never really affected me. I’m glad I didn’t know him. Even if people believed so, he wasn’t a good man. He was horrible. My mom literally got sick when she had found out what kind of man she had been with.

Again, everyone thought that Roy Silven was a good man; he was just wearing a mask, “undercover”, if you really want to call it that. His restaurant was named after him, a mischievous white man: The White Snake.

The charities that he gave money to, they were owned by him, just under aliases. Only a small amount of proceedings actually went to helping someone. The rest went into one of the many bank accounts of his.

The money raised at the school fundraisers was split 20/80, the lesser amount going to the schools.

While he did get paid a little for teaching the cooking and business management classes, but his main goal was looking perversely at the female students.

The only homeless that he ACTUALLY helped were the white folk. It might’ve looked like he was helping the others that weren’t Caucasian but in all actuality, those that weren’t Caucasian went to a secret facility of his.

The location of this facility was approximately 800 feet below the surface, underneath the factory. It was owned by himself and his friends/colleagues; nobody but them ever had access.

How did it run?

What about the employees?

The people that kept the meat production going weren’t paid, they were slaves. They were supplied food, clothes, and a bed. These people consisted of the non-Caucasian homeless folk that Roy picked up. They were given enough to keep up with their hygiene and to be able to properly do their jobs, but they were not paid and they were never allowed to leave the building.

There were a couple of shifts to prevent everyone from getting burnt out right away. When shift switch happened, those not working went back down to the facility where they were allowed to rest for awhile.

While not working, they slept or relaxed or when called upon to do so, they were forced into sex with whatever wealthy, cheating friend Roy escorted in for the purpose.

When anyone new is brought into the facility for work, they’re first put on the operating table to have a total hysterectomy or vasectomy. This is to prevent pregnancy for anyone involved.

Not everyone made it off of the operating table. Those that died were stripped, thoroughly cleaned and then wrapped and frozen for preservation until the butcher was able to get to them.

They never stayed frozen for very long. Butch (Roy’s butcher friend) was great at his job so he got to them quickly.

He defrosted them, dissassembled them then in different, “intricate” ways, he chopped them up. They were turned into various cuts of meat or ground and mixed with the animal meat and processed at the factory.

The meat was sold to many companies, The White Snake being one of them.

The man that my mother once loved, the man that helped bring me into the world, he was not a good man. He was a lying, malicious, manipulative, racist and thieving person. He cared for no one but himself. Roy Silven was not the man people thought him to be.

The businesses of his continued to grow and earn money until word got out (with pictures!) that he had been kidnapping, raping and murdering people. He lost customers fast and all of his hard work began to crumble around him. He was quickly fast guilty of the crimes accused of him and he was taken to jail. For some reason, even with all of his crimes, he gotten a bail set for him at $500 million dollars. He could very easily get himself out of jail before he was transferred to a maximum security federal prison.

That’s what he did too, he tried but was unsuccessful. Every single account of his, even ones opened under aliases, were all frozen. He was stuck for life and he was not happy. He ended up being sent to federal prison with a life sentence, as were all of his friends and anyone he bought into keeping silent.

All of the people that he kidnapped—that were still alive—were rescued and aided by the government to get back on their feet.

My sperm donor lasted three years incarcerated before he was found dead in his cell. It looked like a stress-induced natural death, especially since his parents also died at an early age, but I know now that a witch from Louisiana practiced dark voodoo magic in order to avenge all of the precious and innocent souls that the man had taken. He could no longer trick anyone else.

Even though the news about his evil deeds has gotten out, everything was quickly covered up. The FBI eventually came knocking at my grandfather’s door, asking to speak with my mother. She was extremely nervous and hesitant but my grandfather was there with her the whole time. I was being a naughty little girl, butt planted right around the corner, eavesdropping on what she was being told. While I wasn’t sure what to think because I was so young, my mother understand everything that she was being told. So much so that she cried a lot and was petrified to the point of throwing up on the living room rug.

While the government confiscated majority of the money, they had written a legitimate check for $500 million dollars to my mother. The money that could’ve gotten Roy out on bail, was now hers. And he was long gone.