I never believed that my sister would sell me to human traffickers when she took me out to play.

I saw that she had taken the 10 bucks when she left, and she didn't have much of a smile on her face, but was visibly relieved.

I've always known that I'm a burden, but I've done my best to help the family.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong? Why did my sister have to sell me?

Soon after I was sold, I was blindfolded by traffickers.

They took me all the way and I didn't even know where I was.

The days of being sold are not easy, and I can't eat enough and sleep well.

We are on the road to escape for our lives all the time, and we are afraid every day, and we will be beaten at the slightest movement.

There are those who are bold and want to escape, but before they can run out, they are beaten to pieces.

I knew it would be like this if I dared to run.

I bit my lower lip and forced myself to be silent.

Because only people who don't cry, make trouble, and don't talk can live.

I saw with my own eyes that people had escaped several times and were finally captured and beaten to death.

There are also some older girls who live a life that is worse than that of pigs and dogs before they are sold.

Most of these traffickers are men, they are away all year round, and if there is a need, they will find a little girl to solve it casually.

Maybe because I'm too young and too skinny, no one has ever beaten me.

During this period, I also encountered a few dangerous moments, and I pretended to be crazy and stupid to avoid them.

I'm really scared, I want to go home!

Even if you eat bran vegetables every day and have endless farm work every day, at least those days are free.

Now they are kept in the house every day, sometimes in cages.

Traffickers go to a lot of places with their heads, and as time goes on, they get farther and farther away from home and go more and more remotely.

This place is even poorer than my hometown, and I don't know which way to escape.

By this time, I was completely desperate and even more reluctant to speak.

It's been more than a month since I pretended to be dumb, and I haven't said a word for more than a month in order not to be goofed up.

Sometimes I want to talk so much, but when I think about the consequences of speaking, I am too scared to speak.

In the midst of this contradiction, I was very torn inside, and it seemed that I really couldn't speak.

Sometimes in the dead of night, I don't open my mouth and try to speak.

But I struggled so hard that I just couldn't say it.

Of course, being dumb also has the advantage of being dumb, except for doing some dirty work, at least you won't be arranged to serve men.

Those who were able-bodied and able to speak well had long since been sold.

I don't know if it's right or wrong to stay here, but I still have a vague expectation in my heart.

What if my sister's conscience finds out and comes to me again?

I think about it every day, and after thinking about it for a long time, I really believe it.

One day I was working when I saw a big fire from one of the traffickers who was guarding me.

I heard them scolding faintly: "Damn, why won't the people from the Public Security Bureau let us go?" ”

"We've all run this far? Do they have to drive people to the brink? I heard that it's a stinky girl behind her back.,If I know who it is.,I'll have to be strong with her! ”

Traffickers will always have these dirty things on their heads.

I usually hate to listen to them, but this time I'm a little curious, who is that stinky they talk about?

A woman has such a great ability to make these traffickers fearful.

I don't think it will be my sister, my sister doesn't have such a big ability except for beating and scolding people, getting pregnant out of wedlock.

I heard that the limelight was tight outside, and the traffickers hid in the mountains for months.

In the past few months, I have been honest and tried to reduce my presence as much as possible.

But these brutes, they don't even see me as a human being.

Whenever they are upset, they will punch and kick me.

I was often bruised and purple, and several times I was kicked in the chest, and I almost couldn't get up in one breath.

Another time I even heard the crunch of bones, and when I stood up, my ribs hurt terribly.

I think I may have broken a few ribs, but what does it matter?

I still have to keep working, because if I don't work well, I won't have anything to eat.

I endured the pain in my chest, and every day was worse than death.

Fortunately, my vitality is tenacious, and the broken ribs have miraculously grown back.

Then my chest didn't hurt so much, and I knew I was recovering.

It's a great feeling to not die, but why hasn't my sister come to me yet?

After living in the village for a long time, I gradually learned the location of the entrance to the village.

When I finish my work, I will stand at the entrance of the village and look out into the distance, how I wish I could see my sister.

And yet no, not once!

The traffickers became more and more irritable, and I was beaten more and more every day.

Often, old injuries have not healed, and new wounds have been added to the body.

Living so painfully every day, sometimes I really want to die.

More and more disappointments piled up in one place, and my mental state completely collapsed.

I was fluttering under my feet, listless every day, and I looked half-dead.

My appetite has become very poor, mainly because I haven't had much to eat for the past few months.

Wild vegetables are eaten every day, and occasionally steamed buns and white porridge are served.

I can't eat much, and I don't pull much every day.

My sister still didn't come to pick me up?

She'll probably never come, right?

I thought to myself, and suddenly my whole mind went dark.

I've been holding on for a while, but I found that I really can't.

I fell straight to the ground and was rescued by human traffickers.

They were afraid that I would die and not be able to sell it for money, so they asked the doctor at the clinic to give me some medicine indiscriminately.

I don't know what kind of medicine I was taking, only that it was very bitter and bitter, and I didn't want to take it, so they forcibly poured it into me.

I really knew what it was like to die at this moment.

I even thought to myself, I'm a superfluous person anyway, and it's good to die like this.

I heard that some people go to heaven after they die? I wonder if I can go?

Eventually, I survived, but at that point I became very numb.

I don't want to do housework anymore, and I don't want to listen to anyone anymore.

A person who is not even afraid of death, I don't think I have anything to be afraid of.

Anyway, my sister doesn't want me anymore, what's the point of living?

My brother hasn't come to her until now, and maybe never will, right?

When the traffickers saw me like I was dying, they probably thought about selling me because they were afraid that I would waste food and not be able to work if I stayed here.

They asked me about the buyer everywhere, and I was numb by this time.

Anyway, the current life is hard enough, is there anyone who is even more miserable?