I didn’t recognize the email address but I could tell it wasn’t spam.
Several paragraphs quickly explained the unusual request. She’d gotten
my contact info from a friend of a friend. Isn’t that how it works? Just
enough of a connection that I was compelled to respond. But her words
had already shattered my shallow world.
At 14, Tina ran away from
home. She had to. Her mom was a druggie and Tina was pretty much on her
own anyway. She hated life at home. When her mom combined booze and
drugs she’d pass out but the men she brought home didn’t. To those
deadbeats, Tina was always the next in line. So she split.
Tina’s
face never made it to a missing child poster, because her mom never
bothered to report her missing. For Tina, life’s realities hit quickly
without a place to go and food to eat. She hitchhiked to the city
thinking it would get easier. Little did she know she’d walked into a
prison that she wouldn’t escape for ten years.
A seemingly nice
man picked her up off the street, offered dinner and a room in a rather
shabby apartment. With nowhere else to go, Tina gladly accepted. Soon
her nightmare began. The details Tina provided are not ones anyone
should have to read, much less ever be forced to live out. She’d become a
sex slave.
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