There was an organization… I was told I could help people… A man I’d talked to linked me up with my trafficker. The exact words this man used to my trafficker were, “I found a young girl for you”. I was 19. My trafficker was considerably older. I don’t know if there was an exchange of money or anything of value between these two men. So, I guess I’ll never know if it was trafficking from the beginning. But it was made clear sex was wanted… dumb right? Not that it was sex… it was rape. I thought my trafficker loved me… I thought we were destined… I thought we were going to help people. There were threats… of death… of being cast out onto the streets cold and hungry if I didn’t listen…. threats to my family. We moved in together after just a short time. The first time my trafficker sold me to someone else I was 19. I was pregnant. He sold me for drugs. I came home and he told me to put on a dress I had. He told me to go see this guy in the hotel room a few rooms down. By that time I was so scared to say no to anything for fear of abuse and now I was scared for my unborn child. I wasn’t far along so you couldn’t tell, but it meant the guy didn’t use protection… not that any of them ever did anyway… when I got back my trafficker wanted his turn… 3 times.. I just wanted a shower… I was told women aren’t allowed to say no. I was a sex slave and he was my “master”. I was with my trafficker for 10 years.. that was just the first time.
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