Shoved, kicked into the room with no windows, my eyes red with crying, lack of sleep, my voice hoarse from screaming, I look around the darkened room. I rub my wrists tied up all day. Only 15, but this has been the worst day of my life.
This morning at the souk, two men approached who I thought were customers. Suddenly, the tall one grabbed my hands, lifting me up, while the other handcuffed me, tying up my feet, and stuffing my mouth to stifle my screams.
Soon I joined 10 other girls on a platform – sold as ISI slaves.
This morning at the souk, two men approached who I thought were customers. Suddenly, the tall one grabbed my hands, lifting me up, while the other handcuffed me, tying up my feet, and stuffing my mouth to stifle my screams.
Soon I joined 10 other girls on a platform – sold as ISI slaves.
