At the age of 21, I was working as an exotic dancer at a nightclub in Bogota, Colombia. A man walked into the club one night and introduced himself as Jose Loaiza, he was a scout who was looking to hire professional dancers ,like me, to dance abroad. His offer included me dancing at a club in the city of New York during night shifts. We briefly talked about the pay, which he said would be 1000 dollars weekly. I’ve never been to the U.S but I was certain that 1000 dollars a week was not bad at all. I didn’t accept his offer, but I did take his card, and kept it, just in case I changed my mind. That night I couldn't fall asleep, I kept thinking about all the things I could do with so much money. For instance, I could buy my mother the house she …show more content…
Right away, Jose introduced me to two other men: Brain and Zack. After Jose introduced me to them I never saw him again. Brain and Zack were pimps, who formed part of the human trafficking society that I had become a victim of. They apprise me that if I wanted my freedom back I owed them a total of 80,000 and that would only be paid off if I became a prostitute for 5 years in the streets of New York.They told me that they knew where my family lived and threaten to kill them if I didn’t comply. I told them that if that was the case, I would obey and follow the rules. Soon after, they drove me to the apartments where I had to share a bedroom with six other women, who like me were there against their will. We were not allowed to talk to each other. I was only allowed to speak to my mother once a month under supervision. If I disclosed anything my family was going to pay the consequences. I knew better than to say anything out of the line. Every month I would send me mother 200 dollars; the only 200 hundred dollars that I was allowed to …show more content…
I knew I had to escape before they decided to continue exploded me. One day I decide to tell one of my loyal costumer to explained the injustice that was committed against me. He didn’t believe me; he told me that I could only be here for two reasons only: one, I was in need of money or two I was here because I wanted too. It took me forever to convince him otherwise, but eventually he believe me and agreed to help me. One day asked me if I was willing to take the risk to go back to my country. I told that that was all I’ve wanted since I arrived here. A month later, he told me that today was the day I would escape. He told me to walk with him slowly to a Pizzeria nearby and that when we get there to put on the clothes and wig that he had left near some toilets. I obeyed. From there he told took me in his car to the Colombia embassy. I spent about a week at the embassy waiting to received a new