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 lovesmalibu rated 3 months ago -
"Sex slaves can be found all over parts of southern India as a result of an ancient Hindu practice that sanctifies prostitution. A Devadasi, which translates as "Servant of God," is a girl who is "dedicated" by her parents to dance at a temple. In reality, the practice o...
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- xineann rated 3 months ago
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- lovesmalibu rated 3 months ago
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"Sex slaves can be found all over parts of southern India as a result of an ancient Hindu practice that sanctifies prostitution. A Devadasi, which translates as "Servant of God," is a girl who is "dedicated" by her parents to dance at a temple. In reality, the practice of Devadasi is about selling young girls into a lifetime of prostitution for as little as £6. Although it is officially illegal, there are tens of thousands of Devadasi working in city brothels or selling their bodies on the streets, the impoverished victims of modern India's booming commercial flesh trade."
The community was waiting for me to reach puberty. Then one morning, when I was around 13, a male employee of a local hospital offered my mother Rs. 500 (£6) in exchange for my virginity. It is traditional for a Devadasi's mother or grandmother to arrange their sexual partners, and so it was my own mother that sent me that night to the dark X-ray room at the hospital, to be sexually abused by a complete stranger. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I was terrified. A marriage is supposed to be a moment of pride, of celebration, but for me it was a crude business exchange. Even after all these years, the memory of that night brings me to tears.
The next encounter was with my sister's own husband. It was arranged, without my consent, that I would stay with my sister and her husband every weekend between Friday and Sunday, during which time I would be used by him at his will. During the week I was still attending school and living at home, but as soon as Friday drew near I would begin to feel sick with dread, visualising my attacker and what was going to happen to me. It was like living in hell. The abuse continued for almost five years, during which time became pregnant and carried two of his children" a boy and a girl."
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