Whipping and Wreaking: My Exotic Journey

On the game (4)My name is Izzy. I was trafficked into prostitution for a year and half. This is part of my story. and experiences of that world.

Life can be an absolute bitch. Just when you think things are ticking along the curve ball appears. My curve ball came out of the blue.

I lived in a town 15 miles from the flat I used for prostitution. Hassan owned the flat, and he took me there to entertain his customers. I used to get taken there by Hassan, my protector, my pimp. Hassan didn't mind driving me around because it meant he could make sure I turned up to do business.

The day came when the landlord of my home decided he was selling up. I had two months notice to vacate. It was like the world was crushing me. It wasn’t just the hassle of finding somewhere else to live, it was the expense. You have deposits, moving costs, new flooring to put down. You could easily wave goodbye to over a thousand pounds or more.Finding somewhere was the easy part, affording it was a different ball game. I was making a lot of money as a prostitute and I did have sufficient savings to move, but I was pretty pissed off about the costs involved.As soon as I found a new home, it was gone, somebody else had taken up the tenancy. It was then that Hassan made a proposition. I hated the very idea to the core. I knew if I agreed I would be tied into the prostitution life far deeper than I ever hoped I would be. So I asked Hassan for a flat with the door and bathroom, one of his own. When he told me it wasn't available, I started searching online for properties that were. After some time, I found a flat in a town just a few miles away from where I lived. I contacted him and made an agreement to rent it to me.

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