Sex Slaves are People
How would you like to be some stranger’s sex slave? Yes, I am speaking about being completely unwillingly sexually active, raped, again and again. It almost seems repulsing and disturbingly disgusting, doesn’t it? I believe sex slave trafficking is wrong, it is immoral and shouldn’t be tolerated. Hmm…I know I wouldn’t like the idea of
being a sex slave to anyone, not one bit. The mere thought of being some dirty geezers
sex toy makes me want to hurl in absolute disgust and twitch in fright.
As unbelievable as this might be sex slave trafficking is happening all over the world! Right now, right now!!! This doesn’t cross everyone’s mind frequently, especially because we are living the lavish life while someone’s sister, mom, aunt, bother, dad, or uncle is suffering in poverty and abuse day after day. We don’t care about anyone else.
Now imagine yourself all alone in this cold and very cruel world. You’re walking along an isolated, narrow, rocky road at dusk. You’re fragile, hungry and so cold. Suddenly, you are whisked away by a herd of malicious strangers only to be taken to a place no better than the river sticks and sold; tortured for sexual pleasure every night for the rest of your life until you are no longer needed. After the long years of torture you are killed or thrown away like a useless piece of rubbish; left with no self value. Used, ashamed and humiliated, you are. Dead in the inside, every type of feeling is gone and you no longer know how to live. How can I live with myself? You ask. This is a real life story about a person who shouldn’t be any different than you or me, a person who was abducted, sold and abused and punished harshly for trying to break free. Somebody’s dear relative, somebody like you and me.
Personal experiences might sometimes help us realize how inhumane this really is. It’s actually very funny, yet ironic how some of the most horrific things happen in very unexpected places. As a young child I was always taken to church and Sunday school every Sunday with no doubt. One Sunday was very different from most. I will always remember that Sunday for the rest of my life. I was emotionally hurt on this particular Sunday, I felt dirty and furious all at the same time. Overwhelmed with so many different emotions and drenched in fear there I was being molested by a much older man whom was so devoted to the church. Sickening, I kept it to myself but that experience I will never forget, for it is the one I have the most present and one of the hardest to cope with by far. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t ask for it but he didn’t care. So selfish he was and I’m somebody’s daughter. I could’ve been his daughter.
So many strong people with so many strong feelings with so many life changing experiences live in this ruthless world. We just don’t take the time to acknowledge and better those people sometimes because we’re just too busy to care about one lost soul.
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