Child Slavery with Rageh Omaar2007

Girl:
I was twelve when I was first taken to the brothel. Right from the start, on my arrival, I felt uneasy. The place gave me the creeps. At first, I didn't really have anything much to do, just help out with cooking for the brothel owners. But then, one evening, a group of men came into my room. I asked them what they wanted. And they told me to go out and receive a client. I said, what am I supposed to do? So they told me, don't worry. You'll know what to do. And if you don't know, you'll soon learn. I said, I was sorry, but I came here to work in a clothing factory, not to do this kind of work. Then they started to drag me out of the room. I began shouting and calling for help. They said, there's no point in screaming. No one's going to help you. They put a gun to my head. I begged them not to kill me. And then another group of men came in. They had electric cables with them. I started to cry and scream, but nobody came. I remember them saying, nobody will dare help you now. I realized it was hopeless. I swore at them and told them they'd all die in hell. But they just told me to shut up and keep quiet, or I'd get the same treatment over again. I just remember crying. Then they left me in my room. They starved me, until I agreed to go with clients. So, during the days, I was kept locked in a cage beneath the brothel. They only brought me food if I went with a client. And I was only allowed out when a client came.