Early this afternoon I sent a message over to my friend Cynthia asking how she was doing and if she had “heard anything” yet.

“He posted another one. I called the police again today and an officer is on his way over. Wish me luck,” she begged.

“My fingers are crossed!”

A few hours later my phone beeped and I peered down onto my newly cracked screen to see it was a message from Cynthia. Hoping for a positive update, I opened the message.

“Well this is some bullshit! It seems that since he isn’t using my real name there isn’t anything they can do.”

“What?!?! BUT HE’S USING YOUR PICTURES!”

“I know… They advised me to go to his house and confront him.”

“Seriously? They don’t think thats f**king dangerous?!?!” I screamed into my keyboard while punching in the corresponding keys.

“Right? I might kick his ass!”

I laughed out loud. “Can I post your story now?”

“Let’s do it,” she agreed.

It was roughly three years ago when Cynthia first found out. She was sitting on her computer mindlessly scrolling through her Facebook page when a message came in from an old friend. Happily she clicked on her screen and began to read.

“Hi Cynthia. I’m a little worried about you. I was on Craigslist this morning and I came across your ‘Causal Encounters’ ad. Why do you have that up? A little gross don’t yah think? Aren’t you are married?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“This,” he said posting a link.

With her hand trembling she bravely clicked on it and was redirected to Craigslist.

There is was, her picture! Stolen directly from her Facebook page profile! She began to read:

“Hey boys! It’s me, Lisa P. I have had PLENTY of cocks today but I’m going to need a few more to make me happy. You must be hot and sexy and ready to pleasure me! Come over and I will be waiting for you in my bedroom wearing just panties.”

She sat there reading it over and over again, stunned.

Though the poster had not listed a physical address, they had in fact left an email address.

Immediately, Cynthia send a message to the poster asking that this person please remove her pictures.

“The response from the poster was, ‘Fuck you! Try to find me and make me stop!'” Cynthia said.

Desperate, she sent a message to Craigslist telling them what had happened and begging them to remove the ad.

She waited on edge until they finally responded later that day.

“In order for us to remove the ad, it must be “Flagged,” the message read.

With hope, Cynthia logged back on and did just that. Soon after the ad was in fact removed and Cynthia felt a sense of relief.

Her relief was short lived because the next day, a new ad was posted. Like she had done the day before she “Flagged” it and once again it was removed.

Unfortunately, who ever was behind the ad didn’t seem to care. This person seemed to be enjoying the attention and thought it was a game. Every time the ad was removed he/she would just post another one in it’s place.

For weeks the game continued and Cynthia’s anxitey grew. She reached out to her family for support and with their help tried to track down who was behind the ad to no avail. Yes she could trust her family with the situation, but what if someone else found out? What could this do to her reputation? After all, she was informed originally from a friend who happened to stumble upon it, what if others did as well?

It didn’t take long for Cynthia’s worst nightmare to come true. She arrived to work one morning and was greeted with whispering and dirty stares from her co-workers.

Soon people began to make rude comments to her as well. She left many shifts in tears, her reputation was ruined. The anxiety worsened and she cried herself to sleep most nights after word of the ads had spread.

Cynthia’s life was in crumbles.

“I hated going to work after that. I eventually had to quit my job because one of my supervisors spread a rumor that I was was working as an escort,” Cynthia confessed to me.

Not long after she resigned from her job, the ads stopped.

“I always thought it was a girl from work. She moved (out of state) and for some reason they stopped so I didn’t check (Cragslist) for too much longer.”

Three years went by and this trauma had become a distant memory in Cynthia’s past. She had moved on with her life and found new work as a caregiver. She thought all of this was behind her for good then it happened again.

“Some unknown person messaged me on Facebook saying he thinks someone is using my photos on social media. I asked him how he knew and he (told me that he) had met someone using my pictures and that (they) talked for two days through messages. Then he sent me the screen shot.”

“He said that he knew some back story on the ad and the address listed in the ad. He said that it turned out to be a gay guy in his 30’s and when he got there the guy told him the truth. That there was no girl and that he just wants to meet strangers for sex.”

The “unknown person” left the poster’s house and messaged Cynthia right away.

As it turned out, the news from this “unknown person” (truly an angel, if you ask me) were all the clues Cynthia finally needed to solve the puzzle.

The poster of these terrible ads, the person responsible for destroying not just Cynthia’s reputation but her LIFE and her emotional wellness for three years was her very own COUSIN by marriage!

A man named Steven Rael aka Xae Sanchez.

It was a few weeks back that Cynthia had posted a plea for help on her very own Facebook page. She had pasted a screen shot from one of the many ads that Rael/Sanchez had posted with one of her stolen pictures.

Although Cynthia has been ridden with fear and anxiety she finally found the courage to call law enforcement for help last Thursday. I spoke to her after her meeting at the police station.

“They directed me to an internet crimes detective and they knew who he was. I have to meet with the internet crimes and sex crimes department tomorrow.”

The next day she messaged me again.

“They blew smoke up my ass! They said they would send all my evidence to the district attorney to add to his file but there isn’t anything they can do, he isn’t breaking any laws!”

Smh.

“I got a new message today from the guy who tipped me off,” she added.

The message was this screen shot of yet another posting:

Rael/Sanchez is a ruiner of lives who so far seems to be getting away with it!

What has happened to Cynthia can happen to ANYONE!!

Cynthia has been trying to reach out to the victims of Rael/Sanchez’s sexual schemes. She is trying to protect other potential victims. Although I can not say for certain, it has been rumored that this man may be infected with the HIV virus and could be infecting those he has been having sexual encounters with. He must be stopped!

Please help us find some justice not just for Cynthia but for the victims who have been lured into Rael/Sanchez’s deviant trap!

If you have ANY information on this case PLEASE come forward!

Deputy P. Portell 505-798-7000 @ Bernalillo County Sheriff’s Office

Contact Cynthia directly by email: CynthiaRael@Gmail.com

Cynthia has also started a GoFundMe campaign to collect funds for an attorney. You can donate HERE

*You can also help by spreading the word!! Please share this post on your social media and help stop this terrible man from hurting more people!!!

*****UPDATE*****

This douche bag is STILL AT IT!!!

He has been CAUGHT, he knows he was caught and now he’s STILL lying!!!!! He JUST posted this on Craigslist after discovering this article about him:

***UPDATE***

Cynthia’s story was reported on the news tonight!!!!

Watch the story HERE

***UPDATE***

Today Saturday May 9, 2015 TWO other victims CAME forward!!! You won’t believe what happened!

Watch the story continue to unfold on KOB HERE!

*Cynthia Rael was interviewed for this story, all rights to what has happened to her remain her own. Steven Rael aka Xae Sanchez has not been convicted of a crime and remains innocent of all charges until found guilty by a court of law. All opinions stated in this blog are that of the author’s alone.

© Wendi Bear 2015 Electrikkiss.com

Wendi Bear is a published author. Her books are available on Amazon.com