I accused the police of human trafficking after rescue.

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 mom."

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