It's 9am and Pammy's fragile skin feels like laying down next to the stop and go traffic of the Hollywood 101.
You know the exhaust, heat and sweat all perfectly mixing into a gross discomfort. Get used to it.
A loud knocking at the door steals sounds of fear from inside. Who could it be at this hour? A man enters with a demeanor of incredible speed. A flight is to be caught in just a few short hours and the desperation to uphold a reputation of taking great and exotic vacations wreaks from his expression. If he isn't careful, he could miss his flight, but he takes chances like a hungry rat staring at the cheese above the trap.
Words are exchanged and Pammy hears and understands a conversation in a language that she doesn't. She hears her name and instantly her heart battles for either sinking or bursting. The first rape of the day for only $13. It doesn't get any better....well spoke to soon. Pammy is far too tired and is coming off drugs from the previous late night. The man gets a deserving 2 for 1 deal. Any subpar performance defaults to a deal. The deal is sealed judging by the screams of pain from the next stall over. Forget having the weight of the world on your shoulders, Pammy feels the weight all over her tiny body. She lies in pain, and pushes her cries out to God because no one else will hear....if there is a god. The weeping drifts away slowly in a drought on her face.
Pammy is 14, and she has been living in this brothel for 3 years. And you can probably guess, her family is dirt poor. The money Pammy has made so far is about $2. Most of this money was given as a tip if she promised not to cry. Daily forced fed drugs have made a permanent home in Pammy's blood. The brothel owner demands a 'Thank you' because of the generous numbing that he provides through the drugs. More money, Another raped girl, another crushed spirit...if any still remains. The brothel owner is determined to do everything in his power to keep Pammy here. Our God is beyond determined to make sure she doesn't.
As I write this email, I could tell you that Pammy is crying again in pain, that she is cold, alone, and beyond any feeling of hopelessness that I have ever experienced.
I am beyond glad to say that this isn't true. With a strategic plan, a local organization teamed up with law enforcement to rescue Pammy and other girls in this brothel.
Pammy is now living in a safehouse where she is receiving proper drug rehabilitation, and offered opportunities for education. Pammy wants to work with sexually exploited victims and be someone they can turn to. She is determined to do everything in her power to keep those girls safe. Incredible.
Would you please consider joining our work?
RIGHT this moment, there are several known places of where women and children are forced to be raped daily, but there aren't enough safe places for these women and children to go. We are currently building a safehouse where these women and children can be safe and have real opportunities. God loves Pammy, there's no doubt about it and together we have the love and resources to help more girls from this horrible suffering.
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