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      Chapter 1

      Human sex trafficking and the traffickers

      By Alice West: A true story

      A crime that needs to be solved and brought to justice.

      Prostitution willingly or unwilling, Human sex trafficking, Rape in many forms has always been heard of, shown on TV, the streets along in many other places. No one!! Could not ever really imagine being drugged and all the three above, unwillingly and knowledgeable, happens to you in your sleep. In the worse way imaginable! Sessions, of brutal gang rape. Consisting of 15 men every time you sleep, no matter where you sleep. Someone will be paid to allow these predators in or these predators invade. The home will be invaded to get to, the victim. The victims are viewed live online through each session of these brutal rapes. The victims' life, has been and are being viewed live online, on a website. The victims' life is being invaded, isolated, and stolen. A tracker has been placed as to someone is acceptable to know your every move while being followed and watched where ever you go. I would have never imagined this to happen to anyone I know, you never imagine this to happen to you. That is what I'm going through and how I'm living right now. For some reason, the victim's hair gets cut for some type of spell to be performed Perry Wallace The unregistered sex a fender was the first man I seen put a price on my head, sold us. Stole My phone, Put the videos on my phone first, returned the phone but placed a tracker on it then had it put on in his name under the sprint phone company. my daughter's phone was connected to sprint and she was with the boost phone company. He deleted the videos in that phone but they can still be pulled back up. My phone was missing for months and the girl Balinda had it that lived upstairs. Perry placed my phone back in my home after buying him and Belinda a new phone but hacked and tracked mine. Balinda peoples live at 59 east Penn street. He stole screenshots of all Identification, Erika, and mines. He applied both for all pandemic funding and the ones on the third floor of 59 east Penn helped. Perry has formed a team now. Through the phone, Perry stole had access to my email and all social media accounts. He had access to my cash app, and other cards. The people on the third floor were taking all mail my mail, I could not use that address again. I used a church address for my mail, The first person I saw actually sell me. The one who let people, men, and women. into rape my daughter and me as they all still fly free. again Perry!

      This is a truly strange truthful story taking place now. the lives of others now. You will hear every event throughout every chapter. Also in the lives of others. We all, need your help to figure this out and bring it to justice.

      Many think trafficking only comes with them, the traffickers taking the child or women. It may be so and just takes a process of some type. It also happens right in the home. Placed into slavery after a home invasion or a boyfriend, family member, friend, or your husband that you allowed into your home. One you thought you could trust. Sometimes it's done without your knowledge in a neighborhood you live in but not from. You have no clue you were targeted. Walking around thinking all is well, but many are watching you that has no good intentions. They plot prey, stalk to destroy you, your children, and grandchildren all for the love of money and a sick fantasy'. The victims from trafficking, have no age boundaries as long as they can get paid and the buyers get to live out every sick fantasy.

       Women and children are sold, some without knowledge walking around outside unaware among us. I'm one of them so are my girls. Many don't know about the brutal attacks they indoor in their sleep. Many think trafficking is always taken place by prostitution where the victim is aware, child abduction but no one is really aware of the brutal rapes that take place in many homes or over friend's houses and so on, where ever you fall asleep. We call it gang bang but what is it called when you go out to somewhere like a corner store, friends take you to the movies, or somewhere simple a visit to the home and a sale begin. Men start to walk by noticing you, all watching you and you think they like you or your drawing much attention. Naw that's not the case.

      Those are your buyers and they secretly wait till the right time, that perfect moment to attack. You never know you under attack until it's over, even then if you don't know your body you are lost and clueless. The real shocker is to know how many are involved, people you one respected, police, investigators, lawyers, doctors and nurses, a little bit of anybody and some of everybody. All the above can be your trafficker or buyer, you can be sold to many different people without knowing and you never know who will want to take you out of the country to another. Traffickers isolate you from all friends and family anyone who care or likes you leaving you with no one to talk to or run to. They will tell any type of lie to make sure all rise against you, betray you, and even hate you. These are tactics that are used so if you go missing no one will know or care, not even miss you. Your life is not the same anymore. You find strength in God, keep the faith and pray you to make it out alive.

      This story that I share is very much real, and from the eyes, heart, soul, and mind of a victim. Each moment timed and dated with true pictures from real events. I'm going into this story blow by blow as it really happened, leaving nothing out. People are so unaware of what goes on in the world, some don't care while others pretend not to know or see. Mind your business until it happens to you, that's bullshit. I stopped a police officer from killing a man with his jeep and I wouldn't mind my damn business. The boy had no drugs on him, he had nothing and had just come out of the store, police pulled on him so he tried to run. They brought him back to the jeep searched him, lined him up, got in his JEEP, lined his jeep up to hit that boy. If I had mined my business that boy that's a man today would be dead. I yelled STOP !! The officer stopped and got out looking dead at me. He threatened me and I really didn't give a fuck that boy's life was saved. The officer would have had to kill us both, I would not have kept silent on that. So how the hell does you, anyone mind their business knowing babies are being rapped, women, brutally by many men a night for money that many not even doing right with. I'm living my best get high days, my best pimp days without your own damn house, or business that's legit, driving the best car knowing that can't really afford anything they have. The only way in this life is to disrespect what gave birth to man. But I won't stop unless I'm dead or in jail, never giving life a chance and the others I'm gonna just sit knowing it could be my granddaughter, my child, my sister or my aunt maybe friend u gonna stay silent. Meanwhile, women and children are getting killed, snatched, and brutally raped in their own damn homes. This is a case where they say a woman not safe in the world. I don't care what type of job one may have or what title they may hold, you can never tell who is who when in dark places. They are all human at the end of every day, with flaws and sick fetishes like many that give a damn about no one deep inside.

      I strongly believe the men in our day and age in the state we live in are men that's also deeply hurt without a soul but them knowing. My heart goes out to our men and women we have truly lost our way. Men don't know how to be men so use to following. many may get mad but if you know when you're doing things dead wrong and you don't have the will to stop, most don't even like what they are doing but down with the crew. That's not a man, A boy who was never taught and never took any time to realize women are more to the earth than sex, that should have been the last thought and for trafficking, abuse in any way, to watch any form of abuse would not have been heard of.

       They said money is the root of all evil and it was never a lie. To even think about it hurts soul-deep on three counts. 1-the many women that have been suffering through this for years, the taken ones, the countless amount out there. If only stories could be told, cries could be heard or if someone just listened beforehand, paid attention, and helped. 2- The fact of knowing what's happened to my family and me and what I go through in thought just hoping it all just go away. No police no people doing 20 to 30 years in jail, some that may never come home again. 3- What is wrong with our people. How sick

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