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Midwestern Woman Poses As Younger Version of Herself To Groom 14-Year Old Schizophrenic Boy Into Online Sexual Relationship

by KC Wildmoon
April 27, 2022

The second degree murder trial of Kent Jacina in Youngstown, Ohio has opened up a can of worms for Kentucky and Michigan FBI who now have to deal with the pedophile who Mr. Jacina murdered.

Brenda Joyce Wilson, who went by many aliases before her murder at her online friend, Jacina has been exposed as pedophile who lured young men into online relationships, posing on various online forums and chat applications.

So far, she is believed to have groomed at least 9 children who she met on a cartoon porn forum she hosted for this express reason.

The high profile Jacina case exposed this fact when one of the men whose lives she affected took the stand to say that she had sexcally abused him as a child.

The Kentucky state office of the FBI said they launched an investigation in December 2021 following a tip from the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children which came directly from the case about an online account that was befriending children, usually between 11 and 15 years old.

The FBI found that Brenda Joyce Wilson, deceased, posed as a 36-year old woman and then as an 18-year old girl named Lily through multiple social media accounts.

The investigation has so far uncovered multiple cell phones and laptops used as well as numerous chat logs of Wilson engaged in simulated online sex with minors and invitations to meet.

“It is unfortunate we did not act on reports of her online activities while she was alive. We see now that we have enough evidence to arrest her, but we have confiscated all those electronics,” Agent Rod Grassmann said. “We have begun forensically analyzing all of this and have identified 9 different victims in the US and an additional 4 to 5 internationally, which we have not identified yet.”

Wilson allegedly befriended children she met online, engaging in “sexually explicit langauge.” She also sent pornography to them and asked them to share pictures of themselves both clothed and unclothed, oftem masturbating or engaged in other acts.

The incidents took place between late 2003 and late 2019. Wilson committed lewd and lascivious acts with a child under 14, according to Jacina's case.

The FBI office urges the public to contact them if they were sexually abused by Wilson as a child or have had communication with a an account named Lily on the internet.

I DONT CARE JUST AREST THE NIGGERS FIRST THING!!!!!!

Fake news ! This is You :slap:

reported, Kent please knock it off

Kent phoned me today after his sentencing telling me that he thought he'd get more than 12 years for killing Lily. But he's happy because he will have faster internet than at his group home and he's having a good time posting boobs, booty, and cock on discord with his friends.
He also told me that he likes the food he's served in jail and he hopes that prison food is even better!

Ohio man sentenced to 12 years in prison for 2nd-degree murder of Infamous Pedophile

By Adam Toy & Michael King
Posted May 26, 2022 9:39 pm

A Struthers, Ohio man, Kent Jacina, has been sentenced to 12 years in prison with no chance of parole after being found guilty of the second-degree murder in the death of 65-year-old Brenda Joyce Wilson (nee Slone).

Wilson was murdered in her Kentucky hospice and her body was found by carers several hours after Jacina left, police said.

64-year-old Kent Jacina was found guilty of second-degree murder in April by Judge Glen Poelman in a Youngstown, Ohio court.

In Poelman’s decision, the judge found that Jacina and Wilson were connected through a number of online relationships involving underage boys who Wilson groomed on her internet cartoon porn forum over the course of several years and that Jacina, both jealous of Wilson and knowing them to be wrong, took issue with those relationships.

Poelman concluded that he was convinced that Jacina met Wilson at her hospice bedside and murdered her by unplugging the machines keeping her alive.

Estranged from her family, the grandmother of Wilson's grandchildren read their victim impact statements in court Thursday, reflecting on how the murder of Wilson hasn't really altered their lives or anyone's, for that matter, at all.

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