Alleged sexual abuse and exploitation by an individual named Ron

of life was just mind blowing to even comprehend at first. With such a new outlook of the world to try and grasp at my young age I was listening to every word spoken to me with such attentiveness, I was going to try and mode! what I was observing from the girls. I justified their way of thinking in my head for now, thinking if all these girls seem happy enough, why couldn’t I try to be, it was this or the streets for me. Ron came back for me not long after our conversation got out of hand and took me to a bathroom down the hall. He opened the tap and filled a small plastic cup with water and handed me two small blue oval pills. Telling me to take them both as they would help me to relax a little bit more. I swallowed the pills just following his orders. I put the cup on the counter top and turned back around to face him. Backing me up against the wall and now cornered by this large man I felt his slithering hands began to creep under my shirt, writhing my skin. 1 closed my eyes tightly and turned my head away from him, hoping he would take my actions as a sign of being extremely uncomfortable but that wouldn’t bother him at all. He was half enjoying my reaction from the smug look on his face, and persisted through it. Continuing to undress my clothes he said he wanted to look me over and clean me up. It was so humiliating having to expose myself to this ageing man and now I knew he was going to end up with his hands and whatever else all over me. All too soon | hated to be right, as I stood naked before his widened eyes, he told me “you’re a hairy bugger PII have to shave you right up young lady”, and I didn’t know he wasn’t just talking about my legs. Standing with my legs wide apart while this man coaxed me through the entire ordeal of shaving, his hands made me feel so dirty. “Have I lost my mind?” I thought to myself but I had to play nice until { had an opportunity to get away, this was not as fun as the girls made it out to be after all, this was utterly disgusting. I had no idea what was going to happen next with this guy, and due to whatever pharmaceuticals he gave me, I still don’t know to this day. Waking up the next morning my head was pounding in an agonizing thumping pain and I was so thirsty. The satin sheets thankfully covered my body, which was still nude from the night before, and T could hear hushed voices standing over the bed where I was pretending to still be asleep. Listening in on their conversation T kept my eyes shut. I knew Ron’s voice from two of the men but not recognizing the other guys I just stayed quiet hoping they’d soon leave. Ron was telling the other man what atrocities he got up to the night before with me and I heard him say, “Doesn't she even look like an ange! the way she sleeps? She’s my own little angel!” He exclaimed proudly. | opened my eyes and rolled over to face them both having to wrap the sheets over my body, really not knowing what to say except “Good-morning” in a blushful tone. Ron 11 Copyright Protected Material CONFIDENTIAL GIUFFRE004 138 introduced me to his business partner and told to go get dressed. He had my whole day planned out for me already. Booked into get my hair colored, a much lighter tint of blonde, and afterwards a day of shopping with the girls I was becoming exactly what he wanted me too, a carbon copy of the teenage Barbie... only I wasn’t plastic and came with many benefits. Days tured into weeks, being a servant to the sexual desires of this distorted pervert. I dreamt of escaping but where would I go and how would I get away from Ron with him controlling my every second of my day. Separating myself from the other girls being so uncomfortable with enduring the everyday occurrences I was longing for the solitude of the beach again. They were training me up to be an escort prodigy or something like it. Outrageous orgies were conducted as my lessons with the girls teaching me all of their tricks in the game, it was all for the sake of men’s perverted fantasies, they didn’t get anything from being sexually exploited and molesting each other, except getting paid for it. Everything from oral sex too penetration with toys, | was expected to not only to join in but even perform ludicrous acts of hedonism. 1 was Thirteen years old and had never heard the terminology of these sexual acts before, and definitely shouldn’t have been learning them first hand. Thrown into a world of chaos, | didn’t know what to do except be as compliant as possible, even when asked to do the most degrading tasks. The excitement of the lifestyle he offered quickly diminished once I had to pay so dearly for it. The girls that subdued to this lifestyle and enjoyed it definitely put on a good act, but no little girl with hopes and dreams of their untainted future, turns to her mother and say’s “one day | dream of being a prostitute, passed around from man to man, only to grow older regretting so much of my life” It was all a part of an illusion that Ron painted for us that made it seem so alluring in the first place. Spending my days with Ron, he took advantage at every chance given. Even in his convertible with the top down I would be forced to go topless while he drove around, when I asked him why one day, it was supposedly so I could maintain an even suntan, but I knew it was his way of showing off his treasures. It was a far cry from the simple country life Thad been raised in. Wearing designer miniskirts and tops that always revealed too much, of course due to Ron and the girls determining everything I wore, ate, or spoke. We would spend our days at hair laser clinics, shopping, tanning beds, and eating as little as possible. Through the nights we were expected to become party animals and greet Ron’s clientele with the upmost flirtatious attention and doting as possible. Then whether we were out for dinner, at a party, or ata club, the men would choose his girl and take her home. Every girl had a different price and so did the charges depending on the various clienteles but Ron always kept me for himself. OD Copyright Protected Material GIUTEREGO4 139 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021147