Custom Justice

It's hard enough to escape human trafficking, but how does someone survive the aftermath of continually being hunted for years to come? I was young when the abuse started. It came from every angle. Struggling for many years, I wasn't sure I'd ever have a chance at a normal life with real love and true happiness. At the age of 31 I figured I was too old for that sort of thing. I'd been abused in the past, but this time I was finally going to have a happy ending. I was moving to a foreign country to get married to a police officer I'd known for seven years. I would finally be happy. I had no idea that my entire life would change once more, and I'd be forced to either subject myself to abuse beyond anything I could ever imagine, or end my life unceremoniously, death by train. The man I thought I loved exploited me beyond comprehension. The damage he left behind will haunt me for the rest of my life. There is no way to seek court justice across international borders against a police officer in a corrupt system. Instead, I seek my custom justice simply by sharing the truth with the world. It's been 10 years since I escaped, beating all odds. Most don't survive. I know that now, I didn't know that then.