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I fell in love.
It was just like a fairy tale.
Then one day my loverboy asked me to have paid sex with his friend.
The job agency promised me a salary.
I ended up working 14 hours a day in a demolition site.
We slept in a garage, with no heating. We thought we would get paid eventually.
My chores seemed endless.
I had to clean the house from top to bottom.
After 20 hours I wasn’t done yet. I had to eat my boss’ leftovers or scavenge through the trash.
The witch doctor kept bits of my hair and blood.
If I refused to obey my Madam, my mother and brothers may have died.
I love them so much.
I was only 8, and on my own.
They made me beg and steal.
I didn’t do it for fun. I only wanted to be protected.