As my limbs were becoming paralyzed, as my arms, and my legs were losing function. My fear was with my heart also gonna lose function, was my heart gonna stop beating. He enslaved us with incapacitating drugs, which were shackles, they shackled us. We could not flee, we could not fight effectively, we could run, we could not escape.
The deep betrayal is something that is so really difficult to deal with. So, it's not just the invasion of the body. I had to contend with the fear of perhaps he gave me an STD. Perhaps I wouldn't be impregnated by the child of a famous celebrity. And what should I tell the world?