I knew it, I knew it couldn’t be true. I tried to lift up my shaky right hand, not being able to move my head, without being put into tremendous pain. I attempted to bring it into my line of vision. But right when I was able to see my fingertips, I realized my arms were restricted, tied down. I had no control over my own limbs, but it was too late. My arm slammed back down right into the wooden chair I was stuck in, making me bite down vigorously on my bottom lip to stop me from screaming out, I was to petrified to scream. It was dark and I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know what was out there, or worse yet, who was out there. I couldn’t deny it. I was vulnerable. I don’t even fully remember how I got here, yes fully, my memory of the encounter is immensely vague. The moments of my struggling went by so much slower than they actually did. I can still hear his rough voice in my ear, “Stop trying, you’re gonna lose. He was right. I had lost. My thoughts were cut off by a scream, a girl’s scream. I wasn’t alone here. He’s taken more. Unless, he didn’t take more. Maybe he gave me away, you know, to somebody else. Wait, isn 't that human trafficking? Was I being trafficked? The thoughts that were being jumbled around in my head suddenly came to a halt when I heard silent footsteps. Well, the footsteps …show more content…
I felt like my chest was closing up, my breathing uneven, I was lightheaded, my face becoming numb, my mouth dry, and my body shaking. All at once the footsteps had stopped and a flashlight flicked on and illuminated the floor in front of my shaky bare legs covered only with a pair of tight black mid-thigh shorts, “Look who’s awake,” the shadow of a tall man spoke in a deep, mysterious voice. He shut the flashlight off and walked away, and I saw a light turn on in the far corner of the room, from the looks of it, it seems as if the room I was being held in was the size of a middle school
Thanking the Sir, I grab my glass and sit down to relax but find myself in a slight state of paranoia. A muffled scream is heard and I see some silhouettes dragging a figure towards a room. Thinking nothing of it, I return to peace taking slow sips of my drink. That peace is broken as I feel two strong men grab me, and someone else covers my mouth with some sort of fabric. Before I can even struggle, I feel my heart ache in pain and my body gives up drifting into a state of sleep.
“The wind knocked completely out of me. I wasn't in any pain but tried to scream. Nothing came out. I looked at y hands- they were folded in upon my forearms. I tried to wiggle my fingers.
The screams of little girls crying out for help, to think they would be locked in there forever if I didn't go in. Their lives were dependant on me, Would I do it or would I leave, not just leaving the door but leaving those innocent children’s lives. leaving them to die. I thought to myself for what felt like an eternity and decided that I had no choice. I was not the kind
As all this was happening, It was like I could see myself. I looked down at my face and tears were streaming, I was trying to move my arms and legs, but they were not moving. I had stopped
Locked in a dormitory which became my only survival resource, for the disaster and dystopia that surrounded me in every inch of my eye, and which soon became my worst fear in the entire planet, death. Terrifying, frightening and alarming was the ambiance that was perpetuated in my conscience. Unimaginable nights when a single room became the aegis of my brother and myself from the violence and murder, which suddenly portrayed as hell in my perspective. Liberty and freedom had become slavery, and for one moment, I even thought if this was worth a better future. Worth risking the lives of my family.
I begin to get frightened as I turn the corner to a fogged out jail, seeing prisoners banging on the cells, and trying to touch us, but as I turn the next corner, a prisoner comes out of nowhere, and scares me out of my shoes. I fell straight to the ground in shock. My heart suddenly just dropped in fear. My parents began to start laughing hysterically because of my fear. Thankfully, I was able to make it out alive and well, but I was definitely shaken up.
Olivia G. Nifong Mrs. Gallos English 3 honors 25 March 2018 Sexual Human Trafficking Although it is illegal in the US, people are still trafficking others, and the rate of trafficking continues to rise. Sexual trafficking is a huge problem that needs to be stopped immediately and the statistics show that trafficking is going up more and more every single year. sexual trafficking is a trade of people from one country to another. It is usually done to sexually exploit someone and is usually illegal and without the victims consent.
After a couple hours some guy walked in a black robe,and it looked like he was floating. I followed him to the back ,but i didn’t make it obvious. When he reached the back, he turned around to check if anyone was looking at what he was doing. He almost saw me so I hid behind a bookshelf. When I looked up he was grabbing a book off one the shelves.
In the United States, human trafficking has taken on different forms than what is normally thought of as human trafficking. It can range from a migrant laborer wanting to get a job to be able to support his family to survive who is then forced into manipulative work to a child running away to get away from abuse that is happening at home and the person that is helping the child get away from the abusive situation at home turns out to be exploiting him or her to make a profit (Farrell et al, 2014). According the International Labour Organization has estimated that 20.9 million people are involved in human trafficking in the whole world, with 1.5 million victims are in the United States, Canada, and Western Europe. In 2011, there were 3,969 convictions worldwide, and there were only 151 convictions in the United States.
I felt like I was plummeting to my death as the wind whipped all around me. For a brief moment, my body was vertical to the ground and I felt as if we were going to flip into a forward roll. Just at that moment, the cables snapped tight and we went swinging like a pendulum. My eyes were sealed shut. I continued screaming as we swung back and forth several times.
I was screaming, flying. Tumbling. Glass sprayed like a thousand knives, and the world had no up or down. The fear was so complete it webbed together our screams and motion. Blinding white heat and light.
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.
“Sure” I thought. At this point we had arrived at the actual building and I kept thinking I wasn’t going to make it out, like I was going to have open heart surgery or something. The whole waiting room smelled of a doctor’s office which bred even more fear within me. And before I knew it my name was the one being called out. It was time.
We are living in a world where one person has an absolute power over another. The groundless trade of human beings in today’s world shows a deteriorated state of affairs which confirms that the greatest moral challenge facing the globe today is human trafficking. It refers to illegal sale or trade of people for sexual abuse or forced labor through coercion or abducting people. Our world is facing from many obstacles created by natural and manmade disasters which further results in problems in every country’s economy and social welfare of every person is jeopardized and one of the problems faced by majority of the nations of this world due to economic downfall is human trafficking. It is one of the most atrocious human rights infringements commonly
From growing up in a church, to assisting in murdering her husband, to being addicted to drugs and alcohol, to starting an organization that saves women from prostitution; Katarina has had a wild life. Two years ago I had the opportunity to listen to a former prostitute share her story of redemption. She went through the events of her life, leaving a powerful impact on everyone who was present to hear her speak. I will never forget her story because it was one of the first stories that I have heard and it was the beginning of my passion to see an abolition of human trafficking in the sex industry. My dream job would be to go from high school to high school raising awareness for how pornography fuels the sex industry, and I think that the most powerful way to do this would be to tell the stories of women who have been personally affected by the sex industry.