Trigger warning: This post is a follow up to my previous post about human and child sex trafficking.
The fools in Augusta Arkansas who tried to coerce me into facilitating human trafficking began doing it in the most perverse and screwed up of ways. I had told Tyrone Neville in confidence of the experience I had with labor trafficking and about Kristina. He told me his “family” needed a ride, and so we went and picked up his “nephew” and a pregnant white girl who reminded me of Kristina. Allegedly his “Nephew” was the “son” of Matthew Roach, and the girl who reminded me of Kristina was his “wife”. I’m not sure if it was before or after we picked them up, but somewhere along the way I was drugged in some form. Things became hard to think and the experience is sometimes hard to remember clearly.
Tyrone had me pick them up again two days later. When she came out of the trailer in Beebe, Arkansas – she looked almost undead, like she had been used for two days straight. My heart died that moment, because I knew this wasn’t any ordinary ride when I saw her come out of that place looking like death incarnate. She had obviously crashed after using too much crystal methamphetamine, and being used herself.
On the night Matthew and Tyrone tried to offer me underage children, they made this poor woman try to seduce me into using her sexually in front off her husband. I told her that I have standards, and that I would never disrespect anyone by doing something like that. She told Tyrone that she couldn’t get me hard. That’s when she took me to two different locations in Augusta, Arkansas and tried to offer me jailbait teenagers to use. I told her and her husband again that I have standards.