The summer this happened was right after I graduated, and I was set to start at LSU in the fall, something I was extremely excited about. The summer of 2003 was my second summer working at Lions Camp, this event happened on our Saturday night off on July 5, 2003. I was a virgin, Catholic, not interested in sex at all, and wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, which everyone knew because I was very vocal about it being important to me.

A group of counselors went to the bar that was next door to the Sandman motel, with plans to stay overnight in the Sandman hotel. When we went back to the hotel room, Robert became increasingly physically aggressive in his advances towards me, trying to touch me and kiss me. I repeatedly rejected him and said I wasn’t going to have sex with him and asked him to leave me alone, while other people were there and I know everyone heard me (in the court documents there are three witnesses to me rejecting him and two witnesses to the actual rape). I’d had part of a daiquiri at the bar, and when we got to the hotel I only drank one or two beers, given to me already opened by Robert. I don’t think he was drunk, as we hadn’t even all been drinking very long, but I felt extremely intoxicated to the point where I don’t think it was just beer, I think he drugged my drink. After drinking part of the beer, I felt very, very intoxicated and got into a bed in the hotel room to go to sleep. The next thing I remember is Robert on top of me removing my sweatshirt and saying I should take it off because it wasn’t sexy. I moved away from him, put my sweatshirt back on and told him to leave me alone. He got back on top of me and took off my underwear while I tried to push him off of me and said no repeatedly. I tried my best to get him off of me, but my body felt too heavy to do much. I tried as best I could to get him to stop and said no repeatedly, which he ignored and proceeded to vaginally rape me. I think I was in and out of consciousness during the act but I said no repeatedly and tried to get away from him and push him off, but he was on top of me and much larger than me, he overpowered me and I couldn’t get away, so I did stop trying and saying no after a while and just let him because I was so tired. When he was done he made a comment about being able to go again in a few minutes and I again told him to get off me, pushed him off, and he got off of me and I went to sleep.

I woke up in the morning with him sleeping in the bed with me. I don’t remember most of the other events that day, but I know that when we got back to camp, Robert and Jeremy got their belongings and left the camp immediately before we could even speak to anyone about what happened. That day and the days afterwards, I spent hours literally sobbing in my bunk alone, feeling like the world was caving in on me. I felt disgusting and like nothing would ever be good again. People asked what was wrong and I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t stop crying for days. I tried so hard to repress it and be fine, because all I wanted was to be able to continue working at camp like this had never happened. A few days later, I was called into the camp director’s office, and he asked me what happened. I told him what happened to the best of my ability at the time, even though I was extremely traumatized and embarrassed to discuss it with my boss who I had barely spoken to previously because I was so shy at that age, and especially because this was my first sexual experience at all.

After I told him what happened, he told me he was going to have to call the police and I begged him not to. I just wanted it to go away. I felt extreme guilt for choosing to break the rules and drink, something I had never done before. I’d never been in any trouble with anyone for any reason. I also felt that if I disclosed all the details and pursued charges, that the camp would be upset with me for bringing this public embarrassment on them, which is not because of anything they said, it was just a view I held because I felt so guilty about drinking, I just wanted to make it go away. I worried what a rape trial would do to the camp’s reputation, and camp was literally the center of my world, I would have done anything for the kids and that camp. I wanted to be able to go back to work and pretend it never happened, so after I gave a toned down account to the detective, I told her I didn’t want to press charges. I think I said I’d discuss it with my parents, but I was 17 at the time and about to start college, I didn’t actually discuss it with them or anyone else for quite some time. I told my mom I didn’t want to talk about it or go to court and she said ok, and that was that.

During the investigation, it came to light that after he raped me, he raped a sixteen year old girl who was also a counselor.

Over the last 19 years, I’ve spent a lot of time carrying guilt for not being capable of filing charges then because I was so traumatized and protective of what would happen with the camp if I pursued charges. Recently I found out that Robert has been accused of nearly the same crime repeatedly by many different women, and I feel like it’s my fault because I didn’t do what I should have done then. I’ve been haunted by the fact that I could have stopped him if I’d done the right thing then, so I’m doing it now. 

Danielle Curtis

I am the other girl from this night. One of his many victims. Yes I pressed charges, yes he pled guilty but let me tell you what this disgusting excuse for a human being, robert, took from me that night. It was more than my virginity and dignity and more than my pride. He took friends from me who didn't believe me and left huge wedges in relationships with family members that doubted me. (That still to this day haven't mended) He took my security and left fear and doubt in its wake. He took my hopeful optimistic positive outlook on life and left me hating every moment I was conscious. Nothing was beautiful anymore. He took that too. Absolutely no beauty in anything. Not people. Not flowers. Not music. DEFINITELY NOT ME. Nothing. He took my confidence and left self disgust and loathing that rooted itself so fucking deep that I still, to this day, can't look in the mirror without cringing or second guessing every choice i make.... I lost so much because of this boy and because of the aftermath of what he did...it's just unreal. Knowing he continued his predatory behavior through all these years, hurting all these women, makes me physically sick to my stomach. Something has got to give. There has to be more justice than just this. What else can I do?

 So first its show me the documents, we show them, now it's the documents are fake. Ok Robert. You know you are a liar, I know you're a liar, everyone knows now. His story is absolutely ridiculous but I expected nothing more from such a low life. From the moment we got to where this all happened robert started coming on to me, trying to kiss me. I denied him, multiple times. I never wanted him in that way and he knew that. Yes, he was my friend, or so I thought. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knows exactly what he did. I guarantee he remembers walking out of that bathroom leaving me and blood all over the floor just as I do. He is disgusting. Robert, do you feel like your walls are caving in? Like every step is unsteady and you could fall apart at any given moment. Do you feel like you're onbthe edge of loosing your mind? I fucking hope so. Karma is finding you. All the hurt, pain, and despair you unleashed on all of your victims is coming back for you.... you should be fucking terrified. You probably aren't though, clearly you are living in denial. Bottom line, those court documents aren't fake, they have case files clearly printed on them. Anyone can look this up, it's publicbrecord I believe. Additionally, you knew you were guilty, that's why you RAN the next morning, before the cops could get there to take you away in cuffs. You got a slap on the wrist, you thought you got away with it, and continued to do this to multiple woman since then. How can you look in the mirror? How can you live with yourself. You are a serial rapist and you're not worth the oxygen you breathe.

Katie Baker

I never thought I would ever make this post. But I have met some very strong women who have unfortunately dealt with this as well. In 2018, I worked for Robert Zorn at Main Street Grub and Pub in Breaux Bridge. I considered him a friend. Until he gave me shots, and I woke up naked in his bed. Crying and throwing up. He videoed me performing sexual acts and blackmailed me with it. I don’t remember a second of it. What he did was sexual abuse. He sent it to multiple people. I’m not the first woman he has done this to. I spoke to a reporter and our story will be coming out shortly. There are multiple victims and he continues to get away with it. Not any longer.

Cesily Doucet

This is going to be a very, very long post. I was hesitant to share any of this, but considering the vast amount of misinformation that has been abound for a few months now, and especially after the events of today, I figured it was time to set the record straight. If you know and loathe this scum, like so many do, feel free to share this thread! People deserve to know what has actually happened. So grab your popcorn and sit down for a treat. I’ll also answer any questions you may have. And I can also provide proof of everything.

For background you can also search reddit for Arcadian and/or Robert Zorn and you’ll come up with some lovely tidbits of his past disgusting habits. We shall call him Rapey Rob from now on, since that is his nickname (I didn’t even give it to him coincidentally).

Robert Aaron Zorn, or Rapey Robert, and I casually dated for a couple months last year. He was a rebound relationship after my long marriage. In that short time he successfully manipulated me into thinking that it would be a good idea to open a restaurant with him. Rapey Robert knew I would be getting a lot of insurance money from when my house burned down. Anyone who knows Rapey Robert knows that he is all talk and charm. What most don’t know is just how much manipulation and lies are involved. I take full responsibility for my stupidity in this situation. The red flags were abundant and I ignored all of them. He, of course, had no money at all to contribute. He assured me that if I financed the restaurant venture that he would provide all of the “restaurant knowledge”. He explained that he had opened a restaurant before and knew exactly how much it would cost, and how to do all of the licensing and run every aspect.

He lied. I did all of the work and research. I figured out how to get all of the permitting and licensing done. I measured and created sketches of the building. I obtained the LLC and the the liquor license in my name, as he couldn’t since he has a DUI, and doesn’t even have a drivers license. I created the entire menu and all of the recipes. I went on to train all of the kitchen staff how to cook the recipes. I created the artwork in the restaurant, I painted the building and built the tables and poured epoxy. I single handedly used the diamond grinder on the floor and hand laid all of the tile since he didn’t know how to use the tools and injured himself trying to use it.

I financed every single aspect of the restaurant with my savings and the insurance money from the fire after my home burned down. Even though he was working two jobs I bought every meal for him, I paid his rent a few times, and I paid for his electric bills when his power went off. Towards the end when my money was running out because he didn’t account for almost every major purchase we “needed”, he convinced me to borrow $5,000 from a family member. I’d never done it before and it was extremely difficult for me to do. Rapey Robert also asked me to apply for credit cards because he said he would be able to pay them off immediately. I maxed out three credit cards to finance the restaurant.

Still, I thought it would be a good idea. I wanted to provide for my kids since I lost my cake business and everything else in the fire and I was in the middle of a divorce. It felt like I was doing the right thing in the long run. He told me a bunch of great sounding numbers and said I would be making more than enough money to provide for my babies and make a great life even if things didn’t work out with us, that we would still be business partners. He promised me that no matter what, I would be protected and that he wouldn’t do anything to screw me over. I’m apparently a bigger idiot that I thought because I believed it all.

When I discovered that Rapey Robert had been cheating on me with multiple people, I ended things. He has a serious drinking problem, along with severe ADHD and has diagnosed bipolar disorder. He got drunk and broke into my home twice when I wouldn’t get back with him. The second time he broke in he damaged my personal property, hacked my computer, ruined a wedding and grooms cake, threw my underwear and lingerie all over the street for over a half mile, and stole my makeup. After that incident I filed for a restraining order. He would call and message me dozens of times from multiple fake numbers and Facebook profiles, and contact anyone I would go on dates with or was even just friends with. He verbally assaulted me multiple times when he would see me out in public. I had to have the police called on him multiple times for his constant harassment (a fact that he claims ruined his life, even though I asked him to leave me alone dozens of times. I definitely never asked for him to get wasted and break into my home). He also broke into his ex girlfriend and baby momma, Sheree’s house, and cut holes in every single pair of panties she owned. Sheree also ended up getting a restraining order against him after all of that, although I don’t know what ever came of it. He has no less than a few dozen fake Facebook profiles, some of which have been used to write fake reviews on the restaurants page. But others have been used to try to contact me, and once he tried to message my boyfriend with a woman’s profile. He tried to get my boyfriend to say he would cheat on me with “her” and then he screenshot it all and sent it to me under yet another fake phone number. He has pretended to be old servers and old friends with new numbers to find out where I work as recently as last week. He has zero regard for the restraining order at all, and continues to violate it constantly. He texted me just this morning from a fake number. Again.

The judge ordered us to essentially split custody of the restaurant. Very shortly after is when I discovered that I had a warrant out for my arrest. This is why: The week we opened, Rapey Robert convinced me to write a hot check for our initial food order from the distributor. He assured me that he would be able to put the money into my account by the time the check cleared. That didn’t happen, the company reported me to the district attorney, and I had a warrant for a felony worthless checks charge. I had never written a bad check in my life, Rapey Robert knew this. He told me not to come to the restaurant anymore because they would come looking for me (meaning, he would call the police on me and I would be arrested). At that point I had spent over $20,000 cash, another $20,000 in credit and borrowed $5,000, and now had a $3,300 warrant. I have receipts accounting for every single penny, and an operating agreement that shows my capital contribution of $45,000. Rapey Robert contributed $2,000 total to the entire place.

During his time managing the restaurant, he had sex with multiple servers, at least one of which was without her consent. He got them black out drunk at the restaurant, took them home, video taped sexual acts and then threatened to show me the videos if they didn’t do what he wanted to. He also showed many, many other people videos of sex acts he took with not only me, but many other women. He sexually and verbally harassed many of the employees to the point that we had multiple employees walk out. There are also multiple employees that have not gotten paid... ever. We had two employees walk out because of the way he treated me at the restaurant. Screaming obscenities and insults in front of customers and the employees alike.

Rapey Robert also made it a habit of not paying the vendors. He would order product, get it delivered, and then when he couldn’t pay for it he would switch up vendors, leaving the former companies grasping for straws. I STILL receive daily, weekly, and monthly calls from multiple vendors demanding payment for their product. When I would explain that I hadn’t been there in months they would tell me that Rapey Robert told them that I am responsible for paying everyone. He also wrote bad checks on the business account for alcohol, which caused us to get a warning from the State of Louisiana ATC office. The gas, electric, trash, and city bills are still way behind. The kicker though, is that Rapey Robert has not once filed or paid a penny towards taxes. I filed them when I was there. Since I left, no taxes have been filed or paid with the city or the state. I’m very interested to see how he plans on filing his taxes because he cannot claim a single start up expense. I have all of the receipts because I bought everything.

Due to the protection order I filed against Rapey Robert, I am not allowed to contact him just as he is not allowed to contact me. I had been in const contact with his lawyer for the last three months, trying to allow Rapey Rob to buy my portion of the restaurant and discuss negotiations. Rapey Rob told me he would pay me $5,000 up front and $1,000 per month for two years for my share of the business. He would need to not only buy me out, but create a new LLC and get all new permitting, new licensing, new inspections, and a new liquor license. The final correspondence I had with his attorney was for him to inform me that Rapey Robert was no longer his client, about 3 weeks ago. I told the landlord that I just wanted out. All I wanted was to be able to get out and get away from Rapey Robert because of what he has put me through, and I didn’t want my kids to have to see any of this. So now I was stuck since Rapey Robert no longer has a lawyer and I couldn’t legally contact him. Rapey Robert has been telling people for months now that he bought me out. He lied. He hasn’t paid me a penny. I still own 50% of the restaurant and all contents.

One of his sisters, Heidi, claims that she has put up the money to open the place. She bought groceries one time, the week we opened. Their brother threatened in a message to kill me. In total, 5 of his family members have threatened or harassed me in one form or another. Most happened after Rapey Robert broke into my home, and they tried very hard to get me to drop the charges against him and when I wouldn’t, they started making up lies about how I’ve been calling the police on Rapey Robert for no reason. I want absolutely nothing to do with his family, I never did. They involved themselves in all of this. Heidi and Rapey Robert both tried to contact my ex husband and his girlfriend and attempted to tell them that I would routinely drink to excess and neglect my children in an attempt to get them taken away from me in the custody hearing. This is something that Heidi routinely likes to say about me on social media platforms. ANYONE who knows me, knows how infrequently I drink, and how even more infrequently I drink to excess. Luckily my ex husband isn’t an idiot, and knows me very well, and didn’t believe what they were saying.

I have receipts documenting everything. Every purchase, for every single piece of equipment, has come through me. Heidi had absolutely nothing to do with that restaurant. If she is involved now, it’s because Rapey Robert needed more money and she gave it to him after I paid everything to open up.

Since I am NOT a criminal and I’ve never been in trouble in my life, I had to save for months to get enough money to take care of the warrant (even though Rapey Robert said via text multiple times that he would pay for it because it was a check FOR the restaurant, not me personally). Once I paid $3,300, I should have been able to recover everything I bought, and sell it to try to cover some of the credit card debt that was racked up and pay back my family.

When I drafted the operating agreement, I tried to make sure that there were some provisions to protect myself. Including the fact that if anything happened that I would own all of the property and would have the responsibility to liquidate all the assets. That way, if the restaurant shut down, I could sell the equipment to recoup at least a tiny portion of my investment. I never totally trusted Rapey Robert because of a couple of his former acquaintances and friends that had warned me not to go into business with him. #stupidaf #iknow

Since I got the protection order, Rapey Robert has contacted me multiple times through multiple phone numbers. He had messaged my friends, my boyfriend, and me from fake Facebook profiles. He has pretended to be old servers and old friends with new numbers to find out where I work as recently as last week. He has zero regard for the restraining order at all, and continues to violate it constantly. He texted me just this morning from a fake number.

When I went this morning to get my belongings (MY BELONGINGS from MY BUSINESS) and try to sell what I can to pay back my family and move on with my life, I discovered that Rapey Robert knew I was coming. Once again, he had played the long manipulation game and essentially set up a spy in my personal life to gain information from me. He had successfully lied to and manipulated the landlord, and she evicted me without my knowledge and signed a new lease with Rapey Robert. Because of this I am not allowed to remove any of my property. I am essentially going to lose around $50,000. I told the landlord that I just wanted out months ago and wanted to sell my share of the restaurant to Rapey Robert. I also told her that I couldn’t go to the restaurant because I would be arrested for something that was FOR the restaurant and that I didn’t want my kids to see that, and I obviously wasn’t going to put myself in a position to get arrested on a felony charge. Due to this not being able to go there, they were able to claim that I “abandoned” the restaurant. I’m sure many of you saw the Facebook live video that he posted, where he smugly shows how he completely fucked me over. Never in my life have I met someone so willing to not only fuck an innocent person over, but to have the audacity to brag about it publicly.

This is exactly what Rapey Robert, and apparently his whole family, has been planning since the beginning. He knew I was coming out of a marriage. He knew I was desperate to provide for my kids, and that I would be getting a big insurance check after losing everything in the fire. He knew I had almost perfect credit and that I could get unlimited credit cards. He knew I am a good person. He knew he could easily manipulate me, and he did. I made the biggest mistake of my life, allowing this scum of the earth to do what he did. He used me, and played me like a fiddle. And somehow he’s going to get away with it. Just like how he got away with ruining his last restaurant and screwing over his last business partners. Just like he gets away with constant sexual harassment toward me and other women. At least now everyone knows what actually happened.

So, next time you hear rumors of Rapey Robert and either Arcadian Bar & Grill, or Main Street Grub & Pub in Breaux Bridge, just know that all of the rumors are true. He is a complete waste of oxygen and truly the worst human being I have ever been so unfortunate to come across. 

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