You read about it. “Could never happen to me”. Then you wake up and realize you were trafficked into sexual slavery. There is a certain, cold, hard finality about coming to conclusion. It’s a certain, dusty granite hardness that shocks into one immediate despair – This is what we were worth, all we were worth.
Our lives were ended in our “Adoption”. Many of us, never made it out of that house(s), those bathrooms, those bedrooms. While I sent smoke signals to anyone who would care to see them, the world moved out without us. (Insert Amy Lee screaming, here)
There simply is, no escaping this – No where else to run.