![]() ![]() ![]() The teacher had been calling on me, and I had been too spaced out to hear. I remember, once, in the second grade, becoming aware of an energetic shift in the room, to realize all eyes were on me. I was to remain silent.ĭuring the week, I went to school. I was certain that I was going to be killed, but instead I was shown the fresh body of a young murder victim. I was quietly led away and taken to a cellar. He became a prominent Belgian politician. ![]() I never saw him again in the network, but years later I did spot him on TV. He looked scared, but he held my gaze for a brief moment, and seemed to feel for me. One man, wearing a business suit, caught my eye. Trippy, spacey music was oozing through the atmosphere and most people were too high to notice me. 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. 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. 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 was used for an S&M show, on a low stage, chained up with an iron dog collar, and made to eat human faeces. I came across VIP's, European heads of state, and even a member of a royal family.Īround my sixth birthday, in 1969, I was taken to an orgy for the first time, in a castle. 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. ![]() The boss of this paedophile network was a Belgian cabinet minister. My mother sold me, and drove me wherever, whenever she got the call. When I was a little girl in my native Belgium, I was put to work as a sex slave. Anneke talks about her experience of therapy to work through her experiences of trauma. She was saved from death by a man negotiating with the politician in charge of the network. At eleven, when she was considered no longer useful to the network, she was tortured to be killed. Anneke was raped daily by older men, many of them prominent Belgian politicians, until she was eleven years old. Forced begging within the Romani community in Belgium also occurs, while asylum seekers often have their applications for legal status denied, increasing their vulnerability to trafficking.Īnneke was sold by her mother as a child sex slave to a paedophile network. Sex trafficker exploit Belgian girls, some of whom recruited by local pimps, and foreign children, including Roma. Labour traffickers exploit men in restaurants, bars, sweatshops, horticulture, fruit farms, construction, cleaning businesses and retail shops, they also exploit foreign workers in domestic servitude. People are subjected to sex and labour trafficking in the country, with foreign-born people coming primarily from Asia, Eastern Europe, North and Sub-Saharan Africa. There are an estimated 23,000 people in modern slavery in Belgium (GSI 2018). ![]()
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