Dear Johns To all the John's who thought I was attracted to them...I'm here to let you know the act is what you paid for. you may have had my body but you would never get my soul. I had saw through all of your attempts to come across as caring. When you thought yourself my saviour, asking what a pretty girl like me was doing in a place like that, you lost your halo when you proceeded to ask me to lie down on my back, and then put all your efforts into feeling my body as much as possible with your hands. I was in constant physical and emotional pain and so physically and mentally tired that I had to be careful not to fall asleep while with a client. I had to use heroin to check out from the world to be able to forget your nasty body was forcing yourself on me, let's face it you knew damn well I had no choice but to lay there and take it, you know that every little girl and woman you pay to have sex with and pretend to want you, has some man outside that will beat them to death if they dont do what is asked of you. How do you live with yourself knowing this? That makes you no better then the man outside. You should be in prison along side him. If you thought you paid for loyalty or small talk, you need to think again. I had zero interest in your excuses. I did not care that your wife had issues, and that you just could not go without sex. Or when you offered any other pathetic excuse for coming to buy sex with me at that matter. When you thought I understood you and had sympathy for you, it was all a lie. I had nothing but hate for you, and at the same time you destroyed something inside of me. You sowed the seeds of doubt in me. Doubt as to whether all men were just as evil, sick in the head and as unfaithful as you were. When you praised my appearance, my body, or my sexual abilities, you could just as well have vomited on me. You did not see the person behind the mask. You only saw that which confirmed your illusion of a raunchy woman with an unstoppable sex drive. In fact, you never said what you thought I wanted to hear. Instead, you said what you yourself wanted to hear. You said what was needed to preserve your illusion, and which prevented you thinking about how I had ended up where I was at 30 years old. Basically you did not care at all. Because you had one goal only, and that was to show off your power by paying to use my body as it pleased you. men who buy sex feel they have the God given right to because prostitutes exist for their pleasure. They are only prostitutes because men like you stand in the way of healthy and respectful relationships between men and women. Prostitution shields these women from accepting the actual reality of their situation, it gives men full licence to use them and it lies to society about the reality for both parties It legitimises the sexual subjection of women in society, making both the immediate goal to end women’s sex slavery and goal of gender equality twin impossibilities. Prostitutes exist only because men like you feel you have the right to satisfy your sexual urges using the opening of other people’s bodies. Prostitutes exist because you and your peers feel that your sexuality requires access to sex whenever it suits you. Prostitutes exist because you are a feminist, and because you are more concerned with your own sexual needs. Prostitution acts as a dehumanising force on numerous levels. It dehumanises sex, firstly, by telling us sex is just a service. If sex is just a service, then rape is just theft. If sex is to be equated with any other service, then we cannot complain about the rape of a woman in prostitution any differently than we could complain about someone having their sink fixed and not paying the plumber. Rape is disappeared here. In Prostitution, we are dealing with theft, not rape. They live out their fantasies through renting your body. Fantasies they wouldn’t think of asking their loved ones for, are requested of you. Johns are some of the sickest of the sick. Many are criminals, such as serial rapists and killers. You simply have little security or control over what happens behind closed doors or in remote locations. You learn to cope. Johns know exploited individuals don’t choose this life for themselves. The fact I had needle tracks on my arms and other parts of my body, and was obviously impaired by drugs, are indicators that each exchange was only about the sexual gratification of the John. After once being beaten beyond recognition my eyes were black and blue and bloodshot from the blows and my body covered in bruises – I was later that night bought by men, and not one of them asked me if I was all right or refrained from purchasing my body. It is common for johns to act out violently against prostituted women. Upon entering prostitution it is immediately clear that there is no such thing as respect for human rights or physical boundaries as soon as a client buys power over you. I’ve been raped repeatedly. I started doing heroin to cope with the pain of living in a world that had reduced me to being every man’s fuck-doll. All I was to him was a dirty whore who asked to take advantage of. I used to love and respect myself I used to believe in love and being faithful in relationships I used to believe men were suppose to protect women. I used to believe there is good in everybody. I guess I was living in a fairytale because the world is a sick place and someone robbed me of them beliefs. I hope each and everyone of you get what you deserve, I hope you have to someday feel the pain you put me threw and not be able to look in a mirror at yourself. To feel the pain of every self worth and value be taken from you. To feel like you will never see your family again because you probably wont make it back alive. To eventually feel numb inside by not even trying to escape reality... you know what I dont wish that upon you because that would make me no better then you. I did escape and make it home alive no thanks to you but how many woman and girls didn't make it home and are lost to the point of no return no thanks to you. You could have made the whole difference, you could have saved the girl who will never be the same or see there family that loves them again. Instead you just turned your head and crushed there soul a little more each time. And if you can sleep at night knowing this well that's on you to answer to when you pass on to the next life. Angela Bembeneck May 2019.
Dear Johns

To all the John's who thought I was attracted to them...I'm here to let you know the act is what you paid for. you may have had my body but you would never get my soul. I had saw through all of your attempts to come across as caring.
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In 2018 I was kidnapped and Tortured. Sold like a piece of property this is to the ones who looked the other way and purchased me the ones that are the reason these people still do this.

Dear Johns To all the John's who thought I was attracted to them...I'm here to let you know the act is what you paid for. you may have had my body but you would never get my soul. I had saw through all of your attempts to come across as caring. When you thought yourself my saviour, asking what a pretty girl like me was doing in a place like that, you lost your halo when you proceeded to ask me to lie down on my back, and then put all your efforts into feeling my body as much as possible with your hands. I was in constant physical and emotional pain and so physically and mentally tired that I had to be careful not to fall asleep while with a client. I had to use heroin to check out from the world to be able to forget your nasty body was forcing yourself on me, let's face it you knew damn well I had no choice but to lay there and take it, you know that every little girl and woman you pay to have sex with and pretend to want you, has some man outside that will beat them to death if they dont do what is asked of you. How do you live with yourself knowing this? That makes you no better then the man outside. You should be in prison along side him. If you thought you paid for loyalty or small talk, you need to think again. I had zero interest in your excuses. I did not care that your wife had issues, and that you just could not go without sex. Or when you offered any other pathetic excuse for coming to buy sex with me at that matter. When you thought I understood you and had sympathy for you, it was all a lie. I had nothing but hate for you, and at the same time you destroyed something inside of me. You sowed the seeds of doubt in me. Doubt as to whether all men were just as evil, sick in the head and as unfaithful as you were. When you praised my appearance, my body, or my sexual abilities, you could just as well have vomited on me. You did not see the person behind the mask. You only saw that which confirmed your illusion of a raunchy woman with an unstoppable sex drive. In fact, you never said what you thought I wanted to hear. Instead, you said what you yourself wanted to hear. You said what was needed to preserve your illusion, and which prevented you thinking about how I had ended up where I was at 30 years old. Basically you did not care at all. Because you had one goal only, and that was to show off your power by paying to use my body as it pleased you. men who buy sex feel they have the God given right to because prostitutes exist for their pleasure. They are only prostitutes because men like you stand in the way of healthy and respectful relationships between men and women. Prostitution shields these women from accepting the actual reality of their situation, it gives men full licence to use them and it lies to society about the reality for both parties It legitimises the sexual subjection of women in society, making both the immediate goal to end women’s sex slavery and goal of gender equality twin impossibilities. Prostitutes exist only because men like you feel you have the right to satisfy your sexual urges using the opening of other people’s bodies. Prostitutes exist because you and your peers feel that your sexuality requires access to sex whenever it suits you. Prostitutes exist because you are a feminist, and because you are more concerned with your own sexual needs. Prostitution acts as a dehumanising force on numerous levels. It dehumanises sex, firstly, by telling us sex is just a service. If sex is just a service, then rape is just theft. If sex is to be equated with any other service, then we cannot complain about the rape of a woman in prostitution any differently than we could complain about someone having their sink fixed and not paying the plumber. Rape is disappeared here. In Prostitution, we are dealing with theft, not rape. They live out their fantasies through renting your body. Fantasies they wouldn’t think of asking their loved ones for, are requested of you. Johns are some of the sickest of the sick. Many are criminals, such as serial rapists and killers. You simply have little security or control over what happens behind closed doors or in remote locations. You learn to cope. Johns know exploited individuals don’t choose this life for themselves. The fact I had needle tracks on my arms and other parts of my body, and was obviously impaired by drugs, are indicators that each exchange was only about the sexual gratification of the John. After once being beaten beyond recognition my eyes were black and blue and bloodshot from the blows and my body covered in bruises – I was later that night bought by men, and not one of them asked me if I was all right or refrained from purchasing my body. It is common for johns to act out violently against prostituted women. Upon entering prostitution it is immediately clear that there is no such thing as respect for human rights or physical boundaries as soon as a client buys power over you. I’ve been raped repeatedly. I started doing heroin to cope with the pain of living in a world that had reduced me to being every man’s fuck-doll. All I was to him was a dirty whore who asked to take advantage of. I used to love and respect myself I used to believe in love and being faithful in relationships I used to believe men were suppose to protect women. I used to believe there is good in everybody. I guess I was living in a fairytale because the world is a sick place and someone robbed me of them beliefs. I hope each and everyone of you get what you deserve, I hope you have to someday feel the pain you put me threw and not be able to look in a mirror at yourself. To feel the pain of every self worth and value be taken from you. To feel like you will never see your family again because you probably wont make it back alive. To eventually feel numb inside by not even trying to escape reality... you know what I dont wish that upon you because that would make me no better then you. I did escape and make it home alive no thanks to you but how many woman and girls didn't make it home and are lost to the point of no return no thanks to you. You could have made the whole difference, you could have saved the girl who will never be the same or see there family that loves them again. Instead you just turned your head and crushed there soul a little more each time. And if you can sleep at night knowing this well that's on you to answer to when you pass on to the next life. Angela Bembeneck May 2019.

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