For all of you nosey people, I was born to a peasant family in 1969. When I was four, I was sold into slavery where I became a sex slave. After getting pregnant and having my child sold, I ran away from my masters at age ten and found a pimp who I came to think of as a daddy. At age 12, I started smoking and drinking with my clients. At age 15, I turned to porn. At age 17, I was arrested and flipped on my pimp. At age 18, I taught myself to read and write. The next year, I put myself through school and got married, had four children, and was beaten every day by my alcoholic husband. Age 23, my masters found me, kidnapped me, physically and mentally tortured me, then left me for dead. Being shamed, I ran away after my escape. I tried to live a clean life, but dirty kept finding me. Age 24, I was in an accident and completely forgot who I was. I went yo school, got a degree, and found myself dating abusive men. The feds found me and put me in the witness protection program when they realized I was the victim of human trafficking. I tried to have a normal life, but no one accepted me. The more they pried, the more I withdrew. I was quiet. They did not trust or believe me. My memory slowly returned in pieces - flashes or what once was but seemed like a lifetime movie. Feeling lost and Alone, I turned to exotic dancing and, later, drugs. In an alley one night, I was found. I was asked, "Do you want to live?" I shook my head. Detox was difficult, but my mysterious savior did not allow me to die. Now I'm 42, and people don't stop asking questions. They feel they are entitled to my life. They want to know more.
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