I came from a dysfunctional family. I was sexually abused and mistreated from the age of five by a relative.
Coming from a disturbed family she talks about the rejection she felt from her mother and the abuse she suffered. It all started when a 22 year-old man lured her by his kind words and a fast car when she was just 12 years old. He became friends with her and asked her to go with him on a trip to Puebla and left her speechless by showing her his bright red Firebird Trans AM.
This innocent girl had already suffered a lot but didn’t know what life was going to serve her next. Impressed by the car and the promise of a good life, the man convinced her to spend the rest of her life with him.
The first three months were all butterflies and roses for her. She thought her life had finally changed and nothing bad would happen.
He loved me, he bought me clothes, gave me attention, bought me shoes, flowers, chocolates, everything was beautiful.
Soon the dream was over. He started leaving her alone in the apartment and his cousins used to appear with different girls every other day. After gathering her courage she asked them what business they were truly in, and to her surprise, she got a shocking answer. They were pimps.
She then understood that the beast she was living with was actually a human trafficker. Soon he started instructing her. Innocent Karla was again in the sludge she thought she had finally escaped.
A few days later he started telling me everything I had to do; the positions, how much I need to charge, the things I had to do with the client and for how long, how I was to treat them and how I had to talk to them so that they would give me more money.
She started working as a prostitute in Guadalajara. She was sent to a number of cities, brothels, roadside motels, homes and streets known for prostitution. Servicing 30 customers a day, seven days a week. Her life was not hers. She was reduced to being a puppet whose body was a prop to earn money for inhumane traffickers.
I started at 10 am and finished at midnight. Some men would laugh at me because I was crying. I had to close my eyes so that that I wouldn’t see what they were doing to me so that I wouldn’t feel anything.
He started beating me with a chain all over my body. He punched me with his fists, he kicked me, and pulled my hair, spit at me in the face. He also burned me with the iron.
I thought they were disgusting. They knew we were minors. We were not even developed. We had sad faces. There were girls who were only ten years old. There were girls who were crying. They told the officers they were minors and nobody paid attention.
Nothing could be worse than giving birth to a girl in the kind of sludge she was in. They took away her baby after a month. They used to threaten her about killing her child whenever she denied something they asked of her. The child became a prop and she was a puppet again.
She was 16 when she was finally rescued. She is now 24 and is an outspoken lawyer against human trafficking. She talks about her own story to spread awareness instead of shying away.
The ordeal ended after four years but left her broken. But she collected herself and stood with courage to save others from meeting the same fate. She has narrated her story a number of times in public events and conferences. Last year she met Pope Francis at the Vatican and told him her horrific tale.
These minors are being abducted, lured, and yanked away from their families. Don’t just listen to me. You need to learn about what happened to me and take the blindfold off your eyes, she said.
Listen to Karla Jancinto talking about her horrific ordeal: