Last night we watched part of this Frontline special
on women from the Ukraine and other poor countries who are sold into sexual slavery, raped, beaten, and held prisoners without payment for turning tricks. Of course the stories were horrifying (though not quite as bad as the one I heard on NPR once of an Albanian woman who'd been so severely beaten so many times by her pimp that she no longer had arms or legs: thrown out of a moving car a few too many times).
Not a good bedtime story, anyway. Not good.
I wound up having horrible nightmares. I was being held captive by the guy I lost my virginity to. He was crazy and going to torture and kill me. The look in his eyes was totally insane and no matter where I went, he was there. Everything was locked up but eventually I somehow made it out onto the roof but realized that even if I flew away he would follow me.
I woke up panting and sweating. I *hate* that shit.
Labels: dreams, sex work, true crime