"When, once again, a man paid the traffickers for her and took her to a bedroom in the drug dealers’ home, that alluring dream life dispersed like smoke. The truth was far uglier. The man wanted sex, and the traffickers wanted money and drugs; that was all."Read part two of Kat's story here.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Kat's Story (Part Two)
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