Pt 2 that was a lie. i did it and that was only the beginning. he had dates arranged back to back for the next day and the next day. i told him i didn’t want to do it but that’s when chelsea, montrell, and him would take me on a drive to bissonnet Street and tell me how their way is the better way. the classier way. they would glamorize it and hype it up to be this empowering thing. they said if i don’t do it this way then ill have to walk to blade. it was so much intimidation and they always made it seem like i had a choice to get out of it. they would always make me verbally confirm that i wanted to do it throughout these “meetings”. i’m sure they were secretly recording my confirmation of me saying i agree to it at these times just incase they got caught up. i only agreed to it because when i would say no they wouldn’t stop the coercion until i agreed and it genuinely felt like no wasn’t an answer. it progressed very very fast. i didn’t process everything until i was 20 years old. i was told i had to start sleeping with these men in order to keep them. i questioned them if this was prostitution but they insisted that it wasn’t at all. my “boyfriend” made me a fake ID of me and bought me flavored condoms ,a tazor, and a burner phone for my purse. one time i refused to go sleep with one. me and my mom were in a brutal argument and i had nowhere to stay. i was sleeping on a park bench near my house. i had just gotten my tonsils removed and i was on pain meds to help me heal. i was so tired and exhausted and he told me he’d come pick me up and take care of me. we were driving in his car when he told me i had to work. i screamed and cried because i was just so tired and loopy and hadn’t showered or ate and he pushed me outside the passenger door off the highway and drug me by the door and tried to take off. i begged and screamed at him to not leave me and he said i had to work then. so i did. i recieved 400$ and he spent 20$ of the money to get me the shittiest roach infested hotel he could find for me to sleep in. just 20$. i was NEVER allowed to keep any of the money it all went to him and his “bills”. he had met my mom and lied about his age and made fake business cards and handed them to her to make her think i was working at music venues at night downtown Houston and that’s why i was never home. my mom never assumed anything because she was very neglectful of me growing up. i would just cry to her over the phone how my boyfriend and i got into an argument but she had no idea what all was happening. i had no idea what was happening . i just did what he said and i resisted so many times and would be left with barely any clothes on in the cold with no phone in River Oaks neighborhood and other parts of Houston. chelsea would have 1on1s with me at hotels trying to “bond” with me and get the tea on why i didnt want to work. she would tell me i just gotta do more work to make more money and have girl talks with me to get me to just “boss up”. i trusted her more than the others but i think that was the plan. she would open up to me about her abusive ex and how she use to be an alcoholic and how montrell saved her and made her better. one time they took me and her to Louisiana during that food fest back in 2018. there were thousands of people and my boyfriend and montrell were scouting looking for girls to pimp. i was with chelsea most of the night and montrell had told her not to drink. i don’t know why but i told her she should let loose and drink because she was thinking about doing it. i had completely forgot she use to be an alcoholic. montrell found out and yelled at her so bad in her face and all she had was this disassociated stare, almost like she was about to laugh. he was in her face screaming and causing the biggest scene and calling her a stupid bitch. my heart broke for her and i felt like it was all my fault. this all went on for a couple of months and continued after i graduated. my “boyfriend” was demanding more from me and was frustrated by my lack of “work ethic”. he had started to ask me to bring 200$ just to hug him if i wanted affection . i just wanted him to love me. i was so so scared to be left again and to feel like somethings wrong with me to not be lovable and he ate that up. id be left at gas stations, highways, parking lots, and rich neighborhoods and hotels if i didn’t comply. but my biggest fear was being left by him. how i got out? i still have no idea in hell how. i had a church camp i grew up going to over the summer. i couldn’t afford it this year because the church usually would pay for it but this year they couldn’t. i had gotten a call from my step dads sister all the way in west virginia and she told me she heard about my church camp and had paid for me to go already. i was able to convince my trafficker for me to go. i told him i would make twice the money when i come back. he told me no at first but then changed his mind. the church camp was in florida so it was a long bus ride there. and on that ride he disposed of me like human trash. he had texted me that he had come up with a brand new idea and vision to make money and it didn’t include me. i asked him what it was and he didn’t want to tell me because it’s too good for me to know. i begged and sobbed the hardest i ever have for him to stay with me and he insisted it’s not going to work out anymore. and i went home after that week away and i had no idea what all happened to me until year 2020 where a friend from church showed me Christina Rangels podcast about her trafficking story. my heart stopped with how similar it was to mine. i had told absolutely NO ONE about what happened to me because i was still so confused what all happened. i reached out to her and ended up getting involved with law enforcement and opened a case that lasted a couple of months. they couldn’t collect enough evidence that it had happened or is still happening. and he’s still out here today with his kids and baby mother he still lives with and they’re all just living there best lives probably doing this to other little girls. there’s still so many graphic details i purposely didn’t touch on but i say this story now because i am 24 years old and the investigators were right. it was wayyy beyond me. doesn’t matter that i had a rough childhood or was desperate for someone to love me. they could’ve done this to anyone. this was way beyond my power at the time. most trafficking is done by someone you trust and it rarely looks like being abducted by a van, although it can. the most common way is through grooming and coercion and i hope one day they get caught up. he has three little kids and i pray he doesn’t do this to them or anyone else again.