I accused the police of human trafficking after rescue.
Language: en
I was kidnapped at five years old. For the next eleven years, I was beaten and abused in the trafficker's house. On the day I was rescued at sixteen, the police pushed the trafficker in front of me. "Don't be afraid, child. He can never hurt you again!" I didn't look at the trafficker. I slowly turned my head, staring at the kind-looking young auxiliary officer standing beside him. "Hello again... brother." The officer froze. "Little girl, I think you've got the wrong person?" "That day, you were standing right next to the trafficker. You said you'd take me to find my…