Video Alleges Clinton Abuse on Epstein’s Island

You want the truth about who spent the most time on that island?

Fine, I'll give it to you straight. No filter.

The former president. You know exactly which one.

Yeah, Clinton. The survivors still call him number one.

Epstein used to laugh and say there was heavy competition for the title.

But when the girls compared notes in the safe houses later,

every single one of us agreed. He took the crown no contest.

He liked the dog leashes. Thick black leather ones with silver studs.

He'd clip them on our collars. Yeah, we had collars.

And parade us around the main house, barefoot on the marble,

out by the pool, sometimes all the way down to the beach.

If you walked slow, he'd yank.

If you stumbled, he'd make you get on all fours

and eat dog biscuits off the floor like a good girl.

He kept a crystal bowl of them right by the bar, called them treats.

When he was in the mood, he'd pick one of us,

always the youngest looking, always the one who still cried,

and say, you've earned something extra special tonight.

You don't need me to spell out what the extra special was.

You already know.

Then Hillary would walk in.

Everything got darker the second she appeared.

She didn't want sex. She prefers terror.

She'd scream at us to get on the floor

and lick up whatever mess had been made.

Sometimes it was food, sometimes it wasn't.

If we were too slow, she'd grab a fistful of hair

and shove our faces into it while the men laughed.

And then there were the nights she called the most dangerous game.

They'd release us into the trees with a ten-minute head start,

barefoot, no clothes.

She'd be waiting in a golf cart with a hunting rifle across her lap.

Bill and his buddies followed on foot

with those electric pods they used on the yachts.

If he caught you first,

you were dragged back and degraded in ways

that used to wake me up screaming.

If she caught you, you didn't come back.

Most times, she didn't even bother getting close.

She'd just take the shot from 50 yards

and watch through the scope while you bled out on the leaves.

That's who they were on that island.

That's who they still are.

And every time you see them smiling on television,

remember, most of us never came home.