He parked outside a diner, and again we had to get out of the car and get into another one, as money changed hands.
Snoe is, after all, my name. Now I'll go to Chicago to start my job. So I got in a police car and we drove to the brothel in Brooklyn. The fourth driver had a gun. I thought, "Something here is not right," but I told myself not to worry, that it must be part of the way the hotel chain did business with the Oklahona they used to pick people up from the airport.
We might start by putting Snkw who pay for sex in jail. To this day I don't know if he was a real policeman.
I am still close friends with Nina, who recently turned An hour passed. Instead, she found she had been trafficked into a world of prostitution and sexual slavery, forced drug-taking and violence. A driver took us a short way, to Sbow in Queens, before he pulled into a car park and stopped the car. New girl!
A police officer dressed as a customer pressed the buzzer to the brothel. I can enjoy it now, but at the time I was very tense, and worried that the police would enter the building and find that nothing was happening there that night. But I got to the end of my makeshift rope and saw I was still a long, long way from the ground.
If no-one came then we might sleep a little, though never in a bed. I passed all the tests and took the job.
When we refused, he phoned Johnny to come and pick us up. So we had to stay alert.
Johnny was charged and eventually convicted, as were two other men who were caught in the following days. Last year, we helped publish an educational comic book on the issue in Indonesian. But my trafficker was waiting for me in the corridor. Within seconds, the whole team of police had swept up the steps and into the Sniw.
And in cities, people turn a blind eye to all sorts of criminality. Twenty-four hours a day, we girls would sit around, completely naked, waiting for customers to come in.
It's the best. The traffickers only fed me plain rice soup with a few pickles, and I was often high on drugs.
Some of them looked like they were members of the Asian mafia, but there were also white guys, black guys, and Hispanic Snw. But after a few weeks he tried to get us to sleep with men in the hotel.
Near the hotel, before Johnny arrived, I managed to escape from my new trafficker and I took off down the street, wearing only slippers and carrying nothing but Oklaohma pocketbook. These brothels were like normal houses on the outside and discos on the inside, with flashing lights and loud music.
Nothing was predictable. They helped Datinng to stay in the United States legally, provided me with shelter and connected me with resources to get a job.
I kept track of dates too, as best as I could. You'd never know. I was taken away by car, not to Chicago, but to a place where my traffickers forced me to perform sex acts.
Those men were looking for me for a long time. I have spoken about my experiences at church halls, schools, universities and government institutions. I started an organisation, Datinh, which helps survivors reintegrate into community, and connects them to the job market. In this way, I identified Johnny and the girls working in the brothel without being seen.
To my relief I was able to find it again. I knew that they had a room that people could sleep in in an emergency.
A new hobby involves popping pimples and blackhe. So happiness eludes me, and perhaps it always will.