Dear Mother,

If only this letter could reach you. Perhaps I am writing this out of fear, or out of hope, that maybe, just maybe, I will be sprung from this cage. This vomit and perfume smelling cage, that sparkles morbidly with the sequins of what we dread. What we wear.

The girl that used to sleep next to me, on the little cots we are allowed, died last week. She contracted a disease. Another girl, an older one, was dragged into the dark. We could hear her screams as we tried to sleep. I knew that no one was asleep.

Now, as I write this, I am trying to blink tears away that wash over my made-up face. I fear that my body will never be truly clean again mother. Always I will be stained. A stain that soap will never reach. I've been tainted by this life.

You musn't blame yourself. I shouldn't have gone away with him. It was my fault... I should have known that when he came for me in the white van, filled with other woman, that we were not going to run away together.

Tonight is one of my nights. I'm going away, but just for a little while. I love you, and forever will. The stain on this paper are my tears, so don't be afraid of them. Please, please help me. I miss life...

A/N: What is human trafficking?

Trafficking in persons is modern-day slavery, involving victims who are forced, defrauded or coerced into labor or sexual exploitation. Annually, about 600,000 to 800,000 people - mostly women and children - are trafficked across national borders which does not count millions trafficked within their own countries.

People are snared into trafficking by many means. In some cases, physical force is used. In other cases, false promises are made regarding job opportunities or marriages in foreign countries to entrap victims.


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