I am a former s** slave. Ever since I was kidnapped from my apartment (at age 15) by a group of thugs. I was one of their public “comfort stations” as they called it. A large number of them would tie me in tight ropes and r*** the life out of me every day. I was never allowed to go outside, so I had to live in a basement for the month I was enslaved. I hated my life back then, and I still have nightmares related to my experiences.

I would pray to God, and ask Him to deliver me from that hellish place. I missed all my friends and family, especially my boyfriend and little sister. There was a window in that basement, so when I was the only one in the room, I decided to open it. I was eventually found by a passerby after I called for help outside of the window. The man called the police, and all of the thugs were sent to prison. I was reunited with all my friends and family; I was so happy.