I hung myself, but I still didn’t die. I was too young. I was only 12. He was my friend’s uncle. He put some drugs in my food and I fell unconscious and then he took me to Delhi and sold me to a brothel.
People ask us if we are here by choice. But from the beginning our owners beat and intimidate us. Warning that if we say it’s by force they will use the machine to cut us into pieces. So we have to say we are here willingly.
One of my friends was beaten to death in front of me. After they killed her, they threw away her body. She had a small child and still earned them money. They told me they sold her child to someone.
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