My name is Bella and I’m 21 years old. I was born in Phnom Penh. When I was young, one lady, she tricked me. She said that I go there to her house. I just go to clean her house or prepare her clothes, something like that. And then, after she fit me one or two months, she sell me.
When I was 12 years old. I have been work… I was trafficked, they forced me to go to, to have sex with guys, and I always don’t want to go and she always hit me and blame me. I work there about one month and I really hurt. I want to go away from that place but I cannot go. She send me there, to the house and then have the guy come in like, a day maybe five. They pay like, twenty dollars. And then he do something bad to me. I say no and I cry, and I said, “please let me go”.
She told me that if I escape from her place she will do something to my family. I felt like I was hopeless. I have nothing, no one care about me. No one think that I’m special. And my future. I will die one day. If I still work like that, I will get a disease and I will die. Nothing.
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