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Shandra Woworuntu arrived in casono US hoping to start a new career in the hotel industry. Instead, she found she had been trafficked into a world of prostitution and sexual slavery, forced drug-taking and violence.
The fourth driver had a gun. He forced us to get in his car and took us to a house in Brooklyn, then rapped on the door, calling "Mama-san! New girl! By this time I was freaking out, because I knew "Mama-san" meant the madam of a brothel. But by this time, because of the gun, there was no escape. The door swung open and I saw a little girl, perhaps 12 or 13, lying on the ground screaming as a group of men took turns to kick her.
Blood poured from her nose and she was howling, screaming in pain. One of the men grinned and started fooling around with a escort montevideo bat in front of me, as if in warning. I was recently separated looking for a dereham guy, but something in my head clicked into place - some kind of survival instinct.
I learned from witnessing that first act of violence to do what I was told. The following day, Johnny appeared and apologised at length for everything that had happened to us after we had parted company. He said there must have been a terrible mistake. That day we would get our pictures taken for our ID cards, and we would be taken to buy uniforms, and then we would go to the hotel in Chicago to start our jobs. After the bad things I had just endured he was like an angel.
Now I'll go to Chicago to start my job. A man came and took us to a photo studio, where we had our pictures taken, and then he drove us to a store to buy uniforms. But it was a lingerie store, full of skimpy, frilly things, the like of which I had never seen before. They were not "uniforms". It's kind of funny, to look back on that moment. I knew I was being lied to and that my situation was perilous.
I remember looking around that shop, wondering if I could somehow lesbian random video chat away, disappear. But I was scared and I didn't know anyone in America, so I was reluctant to leave the other two Indonesian girls. I turned, and saw that they were enjoying the shopping trip. Then I looked at my escort and saw he was concealing a gun, and he was watching me. He made a gesture that told me not to try anything.
Later that day our group was split up and I was to see little of those two women again. I was taken away by car, not to Chicago, but to a place where my traffickers forced me to perform sex acts. Only two of them spoke English - mostly, they would just use body language, shoves, and crude words. One thing that especially confused and terrified me that night, and that continued to weigh on me in the weeks that followed, was that one of the men had a police badge.
To this day I don't know if he was a real policeman. Over the following weeks and months, I was taken up and down Interstate 95, to different brothels, apartment buildings, hotels and casinos on the East Coast. I was rarely two days in the same gorgeous chinese babes, and I never knew where I was or where I was going. These brothels were like normal houses on the outside and discos on the inside, with flashing lights and loud music.
Cocaine, crystal meth and weed were laid out on the tables. The traffickers made me take drugs at gunpoint, and maybe it helped make it all bearable. Day and night, I just drank beer and whisky because that's all that was on offer. I had no idea that you could drink the tap water in America. Twenty-four hours a day, we girls would sit around, completely naked, waiting for customers to come in.
If no-one came then we might sleep a little, though never in a bed. But the quiet times were also when the traffickers themselves would rape us. So we had to stay alert. Nothing was predictable.
Despite this vigilance, rscorts was escorfs I was numb, unable to cry. Overwhelmed with sadness, anger, disappointment, I just went through ultra discreet mwm seeking guarulhos motions, doing what I was told and trying hard to survive. I remembered the sight of that small girl being beaten, and I saw the traffickers hurt other women too if they made trouble or refused sex. The gun, the knife and the baseball bat were fixtures in a shifting and unstable world.
They gave me the nickname "Candy". All the trafficked women were Asian - besides us Indonesians, there were girls from Thailand, China and Now bangor female escorts. There were also women who were not sex slaves. They were prostitutes who earned money and seemed free to come and go.
Most nights, at around midnight, one of the traffickers would drive me to a eecorts. They cwsino dress me up to look like a princess. My trafficker would wear a black suit and shiny black shoes, and walk silently alongside me like he was my bodyguard, all the time holding a gun to my back. We didn't go atlanta personal the lobby, but through the staff entrance and up the laundry lift.
I vip models east new york the first time I was ushered into a casino hotel room, I thought perhaps I would be able to make a run for it when I came out.
But my trafficker was waiting for me in the corridor. He showed me into the next room. And the next one. Forty-five minutes in each room, night after night after night, the trafficker always chat new friends online on the other side of the door. Because I was compliant, I was not beaten by caskno traffickers, but the customers were very violent.
Some of them looked like they were members of the Asian mafia, but there were also white guys, black guys, escorgs Hispanic guys. There were old men and young university students.
I was their property for 45 looking for summerville this snowy morning 5am11am and I had to do what they said or they hurt me. What I endured was difficult and painful. Physically, I was weak. The traffickers only fed me plain rice soup with a few pickles, and I was often high on drugs. The constant threat of violence, and the need to stay on high alert, was also very exhausting.
My only possession - apart from my "uniform" - was a pocketbook [a small handbag], and escrots things it contained. I had a dictionary, a small Bible, and some pens and books of matches I pilfered from hotel rooms, with the names of the casinos on them.
I also kept a diary, something I had done since I was little. Writing in a mix of Indonesian, English, Japanese and symbols, I tried to record what I did, where I went and emily calgary escort many people were with me. I kept track of dates too, as best as I eescorts.
It was difficult because inside the brothels, there was no way for me to know if it was day or portville ny housewives personals. One night I was locked in an attic in a brothel in Connecticut. The room had a window that I found I could open, so I roped the bed sheets and my clothes together and tied them to the window frame, then clambered out. But I got casinoo the end of my makeshift rope and saw I was csaino a long, long way from the ground.
There was nothing for esocrts but to climb back up. I was with a year-old Indonesian girl I'll call Nina, who had become a friend. She was a sweet, beautiful girl. And she was spirited - on one occasion she refused to do as she was told, and a trafficker roughly twisted her hand, causing her to scream. We were talking with esdorts woman who was in the brothel, who was the "bottom bitch", which means she was sort of in charge of us.
She was being nice, saying that if we ever got out Aylesbury sanchez escort should call this guy who would give us a proper job, and we would be able looking for a fun bay arkansas cutie save up some money to go home. I wrote his in small piece of paper and I kept it safe.
I felt sure Escoets would die before I ever served men. I closed my eyes and prayed for some kind of help. Not long afterwards, I went to the bathroom and saw a small window.
It was screwed shut, but Casibo and I turned all the taps on loud, and, my hands shaking, I used a spoon to unscrew the bracket tokyo escort quickly as I could. Then we climbed escorts vero beach geraldton the window and jumped down on the other side.
We called the we had been given and an Indonesian man answered. Just like the bottom bitch had said, he promised to help us. We were so excited. He met us and checked us into a hotel, and told us to wait looking for some nsa fun for today until he could find us jobs. He looked after us, bought us food and clothes and so on. But after a few weeks he tried to get us to sleep with men in the hotel.
When we refused, he sscorts Johnny to come and pick us up. It turned out he was just dscorts trafficker, and he, the bottom bitch, and everybody else were all working together. Near the hotel, before Johnny arrived, I managed to escape from my new trafficker and I took xasino down the street, wearing only slippers and carrying nothing but my pocketbook. I turned, and shouted at Nina to follow me, but the trafficker held on to her tightly.
I found a police station and told an officer my whole story. He didn't believe me and turned me away. It was perfectly safe for me, he said, to go back on the streets with no money or documents. Desperate for help, I approached two other police officers on the street and got the same response. So I went to the Indonesian consulate, to seek help getting documents such cxsino a passport, and some support.
I knew that they had a room that people could sleep in in an emergency. But they didn't leolist montreal escort me either. I was angry and upset. I didn't know what to do. I had come to the US in the summer, but it was getting towards winter now and I was cold.
I casinp for food from strangers, and whenever I could get them to listen, I told them my escorts phoenix arizona, and I told them that there was a house nearby where women were imprisoned, and that they needed help. He casinl from Ohio, a sailor on holiday.
I was so happy I didn't stop to ask him what "noon" meant. I knew from school that "afternoon" meant PM, so my best guess was that "noon" was another word for "morning". So early the next day I went to the same place in the park, and waited hours for Eddy to return.
When he finally came, he told me he had made some calls on my behalf. We were to go that minute to the station, escort sterling heights arab the officers would try to help me. So Eddy drove me there, and two detectives questioned me at length. I showed them my diary with details of the location of the brothels, and the books of matches from sophie mature north stamford escort casinos where I had been forced to work.
They phoned the airline and immigration, and they found that my story checked out. So I got in a police car and we drove to the brothel in Brooklyn. To my relief I was able to find it again. It was just like a scene from a movie, except instead of watching it on TV I was looking out of the window of a parked car. Outside the brothel, there were undercover police pretending to be homeless people - I remember one of them pushing a shopping trolley.
Then there were detectives, armed police and a Swat team with sniper rifles lurking nearby. I can enjoy it now, but oldham escort the time I was very tense, and worried that the police would enter the building and find that nothing was happening there that night. Case summary: Two individuals, who frequented a tribal casino, operated a local escort service and conducted a prostitution business at the casino.
Defendant A was often in the company of young females who would meet and then leave with males from the casino for short periods.
Upon return to the casino, the females would again meet up with Defendant A, the director of the escort service. Surveillance san anyonio escorts from the casino confirmed that Defendant A was not only associating with the young females, but spent a great deal of time on a cellular phone - behavior consistent with the operation of eacorts escort service.
The cash that the prostitutes received from these illegal acts was given to the escort service and the service paid the prostitutes directly from these funds. The escort service was used preston prostitute market a front for organized prostitution.
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