Terror Firsthand #91: The End of the DaVoucci Family

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home.

Warning: extreme terror, sexual violence 

Terror Firsthand: The End of The DaVoucci Family 

Chan Da God and Frank DaVoucci married 

Later on that day I cut the TV back on and saw something even more disturbing. Chan Da God married Frank DaVoucci in Atlanta Georgia. He was one of the 500 men that was with him.

"What the f*ck?! The nigga that made Beatrice Nothings lose a upper limb and kill herself married a f*cking gay male porn star!? What is the world coming to!? " I said, feeling kinda queasy but I knew it was just television.

Chan Da God's name changed from Chandler Jerome Brown to Chandler Jerome Brown -DaVoucci. He said that Frank DaVoucci was his top. The couple also announced that they adopted three boys.

"What in the f*cking hell!? Why are they letting a man that makes gay male orgy porn adopt boys!? What type of world is this!?" I screamed. I spit out the water I was drinking.

Chan Da God and Frank DaVoucci's three children popped up on the screen.

"We like when our dads do porn. It doesn't bother us at all!" One of the boys said. 

I couldn't take it anymore the world was falling apart. There was no way that much homosexuality could be that normal and accepted in today's gay society. Unbelievable. 

"I love my husband and I love our family!" Said Frank DaVoucci, while kissing Chan Da God in the mouth in front of their kids. What I saw next was even more spooky and weird. Frank DaVoucci's baby mother came on the TV and started taking shots at me directly.

Frank DaVoucci's baby mother 

"Oya Obinidodo I'm going to spy on you every chance I get. Every morning when you wake up, I'm going to make your life a living hell. You're going to be shook all day long. I'm never going to let you breathe. I'm your worst nightmare. When I think of you, I bust a big, juicy nut every single minute. I'm never letting you go. Everytime I look at your videos, I touch myself and think about you. You belong to me." Said Frank DaVoucci's sick twisted baby mother. 

"You're going to do as I say and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. When you're in your house, I'm watching you at all times. When you're taking a shower - I'm watching. When you're sleeping - I'm watching. When you're eating- I'm watching and when you're singing - I'm listening. You can't get away from me....." Said Frank DaVoucci's off ass parasocial baby mother. 

I never met that sadistic piece of s*it a day in my life. She was hiding her face on TV and I couldn't recognize her. Her voice sounded mad disgusting and she just kept rambling on and on.

"Oya Obinidodo if you run away from me again I'm going to come inside your room and hump the sh*t out of you and when you scream, no one will hear you! I want you that bad! I want you to put your head between my legs tard...." Said the sadistic lesbian. 

"Man who the f*ck is this sick satanic f*ggot taking shots at me through the TV!? This can't be real. I must be loosing my mind. I'm going insane. This is sickening and there's no way that this can be happening." I said.

"I know what you're thinking tard. You're thinking that you're going crazy and that I'm not really referring to you, but I am. Yeah you....Theo...." The satanic dyke threatened.

"My name isn't Theo. Who the f*ck is that stinky sadistic clown?! Yuck! I'm not gay and this twisted commercial f*ggot wanna beef with me!" I said in anger. Then the clip went off. I contacted the channel that posted it and asked them who that b*tch was and they responded by saying this,

We cannot disclose that information. We do apologize for the inconvenience. Maybe that person wasn't even referring to you. Maybe they were referring to someone with the same name. 

"Whoever that weirdo was wants to play mind tricks with me. I'm the only Oya Obinidodo out! I know that person wanna beef with me because Frank DaVoucci's sick ass is from VA!" I said. 

I was so stressed out about Frank DaVoucci's dyking baby mother threatening me over my own body that I starved myself for the rest of the day. I didn't reach out for help. I didn't know who to reach to. I knew people were watching it and saw the threats but didn't do anything to help me. I went on about my regular schedule and kept hiding in Chicago. I wanted to leave, but I was tired of running. 

Later on that evening, Chan Da God announced that he would be in Chicago Illinois making a new porn. Those 500 men from Atlanta went on about their business and he had 2,000 new men in Chicago. He was hosting an event at a local nightclub and had VIP tickets for sale. I still wanted to know who his husband's sicko baby mother was so I purchased a ticket to the event. 

On the day of the event, I went to the VIP section to see Chan Da God. Frank DaVoucci was right beside him. 

"Hi Chan Da God I have a question for your husband Frank DaVoucci," I said, while pulling out a camcorder and snapping a picture.

At the club talking to Chan Da God in Chicago 

"Please no pictures. Who told you to do that? Who let you bring a camera in? Get out of my section." Demanded Chan Da God. He was being extremely gay.

"Babe. Be nice. She paid for a ticket bae." Said Frank DaVoucci to his husband.

"Frank DaVoucci, who is your baby mother and why was there a b*tch on The Demonic Soul YouTube channel taking shots at me!?" I asked the gay man.

"That's not even my baby mother. That's a paid actress. She just said all of that for the channel. I don't even know that woman's name. My real baby mother does not know you. I'm sure." Said Frank DaVoucci.

"What!? She has no right to be publicly dissing me like that." I said.

"She's just a fan of you. It's all good. I wouldn't pay it any mind if I were you. She might not even have been talking about you. She could have gotten you confused for someone else. There's a lot of people in the world with the same names." Said Frank DaVoucci. 

"Whew. Okay." I said, sounding relieved.

"But I can't be having people that gay confusing me for someone else. That isn't safe." I continued.

"Like my husband said, she's just an actress- not my husband's real baby mother, now go on girlfriend...." Said Chan Da God, shooing me away.

That went smoother than I thought. I still wanted to know why Frank DaVoucci made a woman lose their limb and commit suicide but I already had my answer. It was because he was a gay damn man. He did not want Beatrice's p*ssy. He wanted d*ck.

After Frank DaVoucci explained who the person was in the video clip pretending to diss me for attention, I left the VIP section. I saw two more fans running up to Chan Da God asking him to sign their porn DVD's. I didn't even want a picture with him. I just wanted answers. I was hoping that gay person that was dissing me wouldn't pop up in real life trying to set me up or anything. I really don't have time to get set up by some creep ass fan. I became really paranoid.

I left the event in Chicago and went back to my campsite and started packing. I moved to St. Louis Missouri for a fresh start. A few days after camping in Missouri, I saw Chan Da God on a podcast. He contracted HIV.

Chan Da God speaking on his deadly health condition to the press 

"I have HIV, and my husband has it too. God is going to get us through this and we are going to live a long life together." Said Chan Da God on The Demonic Soul podcast. He was virtual, and not actually in Atlanta.

"How will having HIV affect your porn career and how did you catch it? I thought you guys were on pills." Said Josh Thanksgiving.

"Well, we decided to stop taking the pills accidentally. We didn't have it and we thought we were safe, but we weren't. Mr. Enyoazz caught it and gave it to my husband and he didn't tell him that he had it. He was the one that had it first." Said Frank DaVoucci.

"Having HIV will not stop my porn career. There are ways to prevent the disease from spreading. I will continue to do porn until I retire at age 60. I have a long way to go. Mr. Enyoazz is in jail right now for spreading the disease to 12 more men on purpose. His son went to live with his baby mother in Houston Texas." Stated Chan Da God.

"I see." Said Paul Thanksgiving.

"We do not want Mr. Enyoazz to continue doing porn. He is a horrible monster." Said Frank DaVoucci. I then cut the TV off and went to sleep.

The next morning, I couldn't believe what I saw on The Demonic Soul. One of Frank and Chandler DaVoucci's children, who was only 12 years old, killed themselves and left a note that read, 

My dad Chandler tried to stick his d*ck in my b*tt and when I told him no he called me a little gay orphan. He stuck it in anyway and I screamed. No one was around. My b*tt started bleeding. I begged my dad to stop but he wouldn't. No one was in the house. I tried to tell my other dad, but he didn't believe me. He said that Chandler would never do such a thing. I got scared of both of my dads and swallowed a bunch of pills that I saw in the medicine cabinet.

To whoever reads this,

Khalil DaVoucci

Image of Chan Da God 

After the rape kit was completed, it was found that Chandler Brown DaVoucci, really did rape his adopted son. He was arrested on child sex abuse, sodomy, child porn, rape, torture, child abuse, knowingly transmitting HIV, and child neglect. His husband, Frank DaVoucci, refused to talk to the press. Khalil DaVoucci was a brave kid for writing that letter. If he had of been too scared to write it, his dad might not have ever been caught. Chan Da God was a sick f*ck. He wanted his own son to catch AIDS.

"I can't believe Chan Da God did this!" Yelled Paul Thanksgiving on The Demonic Soul podcast. 

"I have children and that pedophile motherfxcker was that close to me!? I can't believe this! I am outraged!" Said Paul Thanksgiving. "I trusted that sick motherf*cker!" 

Welp. That was the end of Chan Da God. Later that evening, Frank DaVoucci finally decided to come forward.

"I will be getting a divorce from my husband. His perverted actions do not reflect mine." He stated. 

I stepped on the scale and realized that I had gained a couple of pounds. It would take me about 5-7 days to lose it. It was literally only 2 lbs. Daddy P called and I told him that I found an upscale, fully furnished condo for me and him to move in once he is released. I told him how much it would cost per month and he told he not too stress too hard about it. The best part about the condo lease, was that I could end it after 30 days if I wanted. 

In Saint Louis Missouri on phone with Daddy P

Daddy P deserved better than a Hoe-tel Six stay or a stay in a cheesy, low down roach motel. What man that has been incarcerated that long would want to come home to that? Daddy P deserves the best and when I give him the best coming home experience, I hope that he appreciates it and loves me just as much as he promised he would. 

After I got off the expensive collect call with Daddy P, I started looking for ways to get money for the first months rent. I started applying for jobs at strip clubs. I asked one of them if they had a maximum age limit and they said no. I really don't feel comfortable dancing half naked at my age, but the club insisted that I'd be safe. 

Later on that night, I regretted putting in the applications. Almost every strip club site I went to, had gay women on there. It was discouraging. I'm not trying to be anywhere near an infestation of gay incestuous lesbians. I then started looking for escort sites to post on, but I changed my mind. I didn't want to sell my body anymore. 

Plus, it's gross, undercover dykes like Frank DaVoucci's pretend baby mother that will stalk me, threaten me, pester me, and harass me whenever their nosey, twisted, asses find out that I'm working as an adult entertainer. Those horny gay lesbians are not going to respect me. They are going to hate on me for being straight. Then there's the twisted, predatory men like Chan Da God that will want those dykes to stalk and torture me every chance they get. There's a lot of Chan Da Gods out there.

Image of the fully furnished condo that I saw online for me and Daddy P 

So what can I do to get money to pay for the condo for Daddy P? How am I going to move into a nice home with no money? How am I going to get out of the tent, and how am I going to make sure he doesn't leave me? Only time will tell, and when that day comes, I will surely have a story to write.