Working through, the obvious become blatant and unavoidable.
There is another sentence that is now honest and complete: The man who took me to NYC did so for one purpose, to sell me for sex.
He didn’t take me there so I could find a boyfriend and have a love. In my hormone soaked brain, only a sweet boy could mend my wounds and stop the bleeding. My desperation was normal teenage angst jacked on the damage of abuse. He had the fix to fill that gaping hole, NYC.
I went willingly. He baited me with Billy, who never turned up. He showed me cruising areas where I could have a new boyfriend every hour. He even fed me, 3 times in 4 days. Of course I was grateful, it all seemed like an opportunity. I couldn’t see how he was purposefully weaking me.
When he collected me from the rape, he also collected payment. While he stretched…
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