When I was born I was given up for adoption. I stayed in foster care for three months then my new family took me home. My father was a wonderful man. He was kind, patient, and loving. My adoptive mother was a very cruel woman. I of course don't remember when I was real young. I can only go by what other relatives say. My mother would call my Aunt and tell her we were to much for her to handle. My adopted brother and I. He is two years older than I am. And he was just as cruel as my mother if not more so. When I was four years old I was kidnapped off the front lawn. I was taken into the woods stripped, tied to a tree and my clothes were set on fire. This is really my first memory because it changed my life. I was tortured and molested before the guy ran off. There's a point I don't remember what happen, even after I was hypnotized I couldn't remember what else he did to me. I've I somehow got untied and went to the side of the dirt road. I heard a motorcycle...