Michelle's Freedom Story
I was an easy target, and my trafficker knew it. This was 12 years ago now, and I am healing, but the memory is still fresh.
I met my trafficker online when I was living in Oklahoma City. My addiction to drugs led me to lose custody of my daughter. I was able to work, even though I was deeply addicted to drugs.
He saw how lost and vulnerable I was and offered me what I thought was acceptance and love. He treated me so well in the beginning. He was tricking me into a life of slavery by telling me he owned an entertainment business. I wanted to please him because he treated me so well, and the other girls I had met. But over time, I came to understand that I owed him for all he had done for me. I was not sober-minded. Many of those days became a blur. He told me to do what his employees told me to do which was selling myself to men, over and over. Most of the money went to my trafficker. I was forced to do what they said. No questions asked. And if I didn’t, he would threaten my little girl and my parents. He would brutally hurt me and the other girls – hit us, lock us up, tear our hair out. I knew the violence he was capable of. I was living a nightmare. The damage done to my fragile emotional status was devastating.
I never knew when I was being watched by one of his workers. I had no freedom. I lived in constant fear.