Biker Bought Teenage Girl At Gas Station Human Trafficking Auction For $10,000

A slap. Loud enough to hear clearly. The girl cried out.

“Shut up. You’re property now. Get used to it.”

I zipped up. Washed my hands slowly. Thinking. The bathroom had one exit. Right past me. They’d have to walk by.

My phone was in my vest. I could call 911. But what would I say? And how long would it take? These men would be gone in five minutes. The girl with them.

The door opened.

Three men walked out first. Mid-thirties to forties. Jeans. Baseball caps. Could’ve been anyone. Behind them, a teenage girl. Thin. Dirty clothes. Bruised face. Her hands were zip-tied in front of her.

She saw me. Made eye contact. Mouthed those two words: “Help me.”Continue reading…