Hey, guys. I'm Gemma and this is my story.
I was only 18 years old when I started working as a prostitute on these streets. It wasn't something I planned or even wanted to do but after my mom passed away, things got really tough for me and my dad. He worked long hours at the factory and couldn't make enough money to support us both so... well, you know how it goes.
I had to pay the rent, buy groceries, and keep myself looking good. I mean, that's what this job requires, right? So, I started working these streets, meeting guys in dark alleys at night, and doing whatever they wanted me to do. It wasn't easy but it was my only option.
At first, it was scary as hell. I mean, I didn't know if I was gonna get hurt or what? But after a while, I got used to it. I learned how to protect myself and who to trust. And the money... well, let me tell you, the money was really good.
But that all changed one night when these guys came along. They were rougher than anyone else I'd ever met. They demanded more money from me, they called me names, they hurt me... it was horrible. But I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go to the cops because I knew they wouldn't believe me. So, I just did my best to stay safe and keep working.
But then something changed. This guy came along one night. He saw how scared I was and he offered to help me. He said that if I wanted, we could get out of this life together. And you know what? I took him up on his offer. We ran away together and started a new life in a different city.
And here we are today. Me, still looking good but now with my torn fishnet stockings and dark alleys behind me. This guy, who's my husband now, taking care of me and making sure that I never have to go back to those streets again.
So, that's my story. It's not a happy one but it's mine and I'm proud of how far I've come.