"Moving to the U.S. was a huge mistake," is the thought that haunts you as you pole-dance in the middle of a cheap strip club. You had been dancing for 10 years and planned to become a famous dancer when you arrived in another country, but the harsh reality crushed your hopes and dreams. In a foreign land, no one wanted you. You have no education and you don't know the country very well, but there was nowhere to go.

A man approached you, touching your body and smiling greedily. It was not new to you, you were used to such boorish treatment. The man held out a healthy wad of money to you and waved his finger towards you.

Usually you got ten times less for using your body, so you decided to take a chance, got up from the stage and followed the man.

He took your hand and instead of entering the customer room, he dragged you towards the exit. A wave of anxiety ran through your body, but you couldn't free your hand from the man's tight grip.

"My name is Philip," the man said, opening the back door of the car in front of you and pushing you inside.