Written by Anneke Lucas
https://www.globalcitizen.org
When I was a little girl in my native Belgium, I was put to work as a sex slave.
My mother sold me, and drove me wherever, whenever she got the call. The boss of this pedophile network was a
Belgian cabinet minister.
The clients were members of the elite. I recognized people from television. Their
faces were familiar to the masses, while I was confronted with the dark
side of their power addiction — the side no one would believe existed.
I came across
VIP's, European heads of state, and even a member of a royal family.
Around my sixth birthday, in 1969, I was taken to an
orgy for the first time, in a castle. I was used for an S&M show, on
a low stage, chained up with an iron dog collar, and made to eat human
feces.
Afterwards, left lying there like a broken object, I felt so humiliated,
I had to do something to save my soul, or else — and this I knew for
certain — I would have withered and died.
I raised myself up, and stood looking at the bizarre crowd of
aristocrats dressed up as hippies, swaying to the music in various
levels of sexual interaction, busily availing themselves of little pills
and pre-rolled joints passed around on silver trays by sober waiters.
I trembled in fear, but my body straightened and stilled itself like a
bow in suspense before the shot, and I heard my voice as though it were
not my own, chiding the adults, telling them that this was wrong – that I
was going to tell on them, and that they would all go to jail.
