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When in response to his suggestions I let him know I would not become involved in proostitution in any way and told him I intended to leave,He beat me and the constant mental abuse began.I literally became a prisoner, I was not allowed out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, where he watched me through a hole in the door. He slept on top of me at night, he listened to my telephone calls with a .45 automatic eight shot pointed at me. I suffered mental abuse each and every day thereafter. He undermined my ties with other people and forced me to marry him on advice from his lawyer. My initiation into proostitution was a gang rape by five men, arranged by him. It was the turning point in my life. He threatened to shoot me with the pistol if I didn't go through with it. I had never experienced anaal sax before and it ripped me apart. They treated me like and picking me up and moving me here and there. They spread my legs this way and that, shoving their things at me and into me, they were playing musical chairs with parts of my body. I have never been so frightened and disgraced and humiliated in my life. I felt like garbage. I engaged in sax acts against my will to avoid being killed.The lives of my family were threatened. Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.SUPARI KILLER INJECTION.

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