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Oct. 7, 2025 - Lionel Nation

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The Sickest Case of S*xual Abuse and Torture You’ll Ever Hear — Inside the Dungeon of Depravity

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	Sometimes you'll hear people say viewer discretion is advised.
	In this case, viewer discretion is advised.
	This is a story of sexual sadism and predation that we have not seen in the longest time.
	This is something from the from the the halls of power involving an individual closely aligned with Rubin, excuse me, his name is Howard Rubin, closely aligned with Soros, whose case is they're trying so hard to just sweep it under the rug.
	It's worse than anything Diddy did ever in any stretch of the imagination.
	It is worse than any thing you can imagine.
	Sit back.
	Let me tell you about this.
	It's the case of Howard Rubin.
	Pay attention to this.
	They're going to try to memory hold this as fast as they can because he's one of them.
	See, if you're Diddy, it's one thing.
	If you're black and some kind of, oh, I don't know, some entrepreneur, you're a different story.
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	Now, as I said before, I have been around for a long time, my friends, and I've seen some pretty sick stuff.
	Sick stuff.
	But this, oh, this is it.
	This is the dark chamber.
	This is about Howard Rubin power and the sex dungeon scandal.
	When the lights go down and the walls close in behind a locked soundproof door in the Manhattan penthouse, billionaires row.
	A horrifying drama played out for years.
	One that could have been ripped straight from a just some some some psych some pulp thriller, some psychological thriller.
	But this one was real.
	Once a polished Wall Street financier and multimillionaire investor, now stands accused of masterminding, uh a hidden empire of sex abuse, trafficking, and depravity, like you can't believe.
	Rubin's name was once anonymous with success.
	He had risen to prominence at Merrill Lynch, Bear Stearns, and even George Soros' fund management group.
	Isn't that interesting?
	He lived among the elite, managed billions, and moved in rarefied circles of power, but in a shocking fall from grace.
	The man once entrusted with fortunes now faces accusations that sound like the plot of a nightmare.
	Federal prosecutors charge Rubin, now 70 years old, with a series of crimes so dark they stunned even the jaded halls of the Brooklyn Federal Courthouse.
	Sex Trafficking, transportation of women for illicit sexual purposes, and fraud.
	According to the indictment, between 2009 and 2019, a 10-year span, Rubin lured women, models, escorts, and even those simply struggling to get by into his orbit under the pretense of consensual BDSM.
	Bondage discipline, Sansachism.
	No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
	It's not even close.
	But prosecutors allege that what took place behind closed doors wasn't fantasy, it was brutality.
	By 2011, Rubin had allegedly transformed his Manhattan penthouse in the this is the most exclusive.
	You should see this place.
	He transformed it into what investigators called a dungeon.
	It's their words.
	The room was painted blood red, soundproof to hide and muffle the screams.
	Locked from the outside, inside were steel chains, restraints, an X-shaped wooden cross, gags and devices used to administer electric shocks.
	Victims claimed that once inside, they were stripped, restrained, and beaten, and that safe words, once uttered, were ignored.
	Women reported being gagged, slapped, choked, and left bleeding.
	Some said they were paid afterwards to keep quiet, while others signed non-disclosure agreements under pressure.
	Rubin's money, they claimed, silenced the complaints, erased witnesses, and buried justice under a mountain of legal threats.
	This wasn't a single night of excess, it was a system, organized, deliberate, and prosecutors say managed by Rubin's longtime personal assistant, Jennifer Powers.
	She's a 45-year-old co-defendant who served as more than an assistant.
	She allegedly recruited the women.
	Sound familiar?
	Like a Gallade anyone?
	Arranged travel, booked the rooms, and ensured Rubin's dungeon was fully stocked and cleaned after each encounter.
	She handled the NDAs, managed payments, and coordinated the logistics of an operation that, according to prosecutors, had the polish of a corporate enterprise.
	When the arrest came, the contrast was striking.
	Powers was picked up in Texas, charged as Rubin's co-defendant, and within days she was out on an $850,000 bond.
	Confined to house arrest, but free to breathe open air.
	Not like uh like Diddy.
	Rubin, however, and meanwhile, thank God was denied bail.
	Despite his wealth and influence, the court ruled he was both a flight risk and a danger to the community.
	It was a stunning reversal and fall from grace for a man who once commanded financial empires.
	Now the alleged crimes go back years, and the civil cases that preceded this indictment paint a pattern of cruelty and control.
	In one lawsuit, several women described being flown into New York for private encounters, told they'd be compensated for modeling or companionship, only to find themselves trapped in the so-called dungeon.
	The encounters allegedly turned violent, really violent.
	And when they attempted to leave or report the abuse, they faced threats, party, intimidation, and payouts tied to confidentiality agreements.
	Excuse me.
	Now, Rubin, of course, denied all the allegations, calling them fabrications.
	You're just making it up.
	Yet the civil suits resulted in a multi-million dollar judgment.
	And prosecutors now claim they have new evidence, photographs, communications, and financial transactions that reveal the scale, which you see the text messages.
	And then there's the political connection that has raised eyebrows.
	See, before his arrest, Rubin was no ordinary financier.
	Oh no, no, he was a player in global finance, working within the same hedge fund network as George Soros, the billionaire investor and political activist whose name oftentimes appears in the orbit of dare I say controversy.
	Rubin's past role at Soros Fund Management was not criminal, but it adds a layer of intrigue to a story already dripping with globalist power and secrecy.
	You see, the optics alone, a sorrow slinged financier accused of sex trafficking and running a Manhattan dungeon have fueled speculation about how deep and how intricate these circles of influence really run.
	You know, to some it's a story about wealth's darkest privilege, the idea that extreme power can buy silence, indulgence, and immunity until the facade finally cracks.
	But the prosecutors here allege that Rubin used his vast resources to maintain control.
	Flights were booked through shell accounts.
	Apartments were leased under aliases.
	Lawyers were on standby to negotiate settlements before stories reached the press.
	And when the media finally caught up, Rubin's fall from grace, as we say, was swift and brutal.
	And Jennifer Powers, by contrast, remains an enigma.
	How did how did the alleged lieutenant in this operation secure bail?
	While the alleged mastermind languishes behind marks makes no sense to me.
	Some folks are suggesting the difference lies in perceived danger and resources.
	Maybe race.
	Maybe other factors.
	Rubin's fortune once his armor became evidence of potential flight risk.
	Powers with less wealth and lower visibility was deemed a lesser threat.
	You think?
	You think?
	Or maybe they're making a deal.
	But observers note a curious detail.
	In multiple reports, powers appeared calm, even poised after her release.
	While Rubin's own demeanor in court was described as detached, almost resigned.
	To some it's the quiet confidence of someone who knows how the game is played, and how the fix is it.
	And to others, maybe it's the arrogance of a man who still believes he can buy redemption.
	I don't know.
	But if convicted, Ruben faces a minimum of 15 years.
	Fifteen years, minimum.
	Behind bars, possibly life.
	Yet for all of its legal weight, this case is more than a courtroom drama.
	It's a cultural mirror.
	And it reflects the sickness that continues to fester when the power of people is left unchecked.
	Now, because this isn't just a story about one man's depravity, it's a story about the machinery that enables it.
	The money, the influence, the lawyers, the silence, it's about the assistants who obey, the systems that protect the powerful, and the media that often look the other way until it's too late.
	This Rubin case, in all of its horror, forces America to confront a very serious truth that we'd rather ignore.
	Evil doesn't always look like a monster.
	Sometimes it wears a suit.
	Sometimes it sits on the board of a hedge fund.
	Sometimes it hides in plain sight because behind the glossy facade of success and philanthropy, there lives and breathes a depravity you can't even imagine.
	Go online.
	Read the text messages, the laughing about how desperate these women were.
	And the dungeon, by the way, may have been physical, but the metaphor extends far beyond its red painted walls.
	It represents the captivity of our soul of a morality in a world where money excuses everything.
	Money changes everything.
	Money buys everything.
	Where justice bends to influence, and where the powerful believe the rules are there, our rules are there for other people, not us.
	Howard Rubin's story, remember this.
	Look at his face.
	Look at his face.
	His story is one of seduction and exposure, a tale of how power and uh and and once absolute power corrodes the soul.
	Let's see what happens to him.
	Let's see if he walks free or spends his remaining years behind bars.
	If it was Diddy, what he did makes what Diddy did look like what did he did.
	Did he didn't do anything near this?
	This is beyond disgusting.
	You've got to understand this.
	I beg of you again, go look and read the text messages, how they laughed, and how these poor mothers, sometimes single mothers, desperately needed the money.
	How you've got them.
	We've got them.
	It's sick.
	It is beyond sick.
	It is a depravity, believe me.
	I know what I'm talking about.
	I've been around.
	It's disgusting.
	The more you go into it, and watch how they're going to memory hole it.
	Because that soros is buddy.
	And we're not going to let him forget that, are we?
	We're not going to let them forget that, are we?
	You goddamn right we're not going to let them forget.

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