Rope and wood... the people who do this shit deserve to be executed. I’ll bake some fucking cookies and throw a party when they do. We’re all pissed about this shit....

first I've ever heard the word "sponsor" used. obviously it isn't the same as being a pimp or else you guys would've used the word pimp, so if it isn't a pimp, then what is it?

Actually, very few people know this about me so almost no one does say this to me. My husband does obviously and he knows the people behind it. He feels just as you do and tries very hard to let me have whatever freedoms I want and supports me in any endeavor. He wants me to write about my experiences and expose everyone, but he doesn't understand what kind of danger that would put him, our children, and me in. Interestingly enough, the freedom I cherish most is the right to deny medical treatment. I was never given the option to decide what would happen with my body, and now that I am free to decide privately and publicly, I cherish the right to tell a doctor no...you will not put that into me. You have to understand, it's not just sexual enslavement...it is total enslavement in many ways depending on who you are beholden to. So right behind having no right to say no to having sex, I had no right to say no to any drugs that were given to me or "treatments" that were given to me. I feel so fortunate not to be a drug addict given how many were force fed to me as a kid to make me quiet, to hide me, to make me comply easier, etc.

Sure. Child actor and model agents, child photographers with private studios, foster parents in the system, and of course elite folks are all in on this. My mother sold me through my agent that was supposed to get me modeling work in the early 80's. When my first agent got caught, we moved and she set me up with another. My second agent told me my life would be better if I could find a sponsor or benefactor. I was 5-6 at the time. I got a sponsor. He pretended I was his grand-daughter that visited every weekend. He paid double for me to stay over night and his wife was in on it.

When he passed due to a heart attack, my second agent took me to a private studio with a child photographer. He had a secret room behind the stage where he took inappropriate pictures of me to try and find a second sponsor. I was older so I didn't get a sponsor from this, just a longer list of randoms. (I was 8-9)

Whatever specializes in child modeling, photography, even child friendly places...beware. I have been passed off from my agent to a client at county fairs, parks, even drop in classes for art etc. It always looks like a custody hand off or something and they use women to handle the children mostly because they never question a woman with a child. Often you can hear the women talking about when they will arrange pick ups etc...When I was younger they drugged me a lot.

Also, when I was a young teen (12-13) they drugged me a lot to in order to move me. It was much more complicated then because I was not a willing participant, so they drugged me in my drink and food and then just used my body how they wanted while the drugs were in my system. So if you see a wasted 12-14 year old, don't assume she wanted to be drugged especially if she is being or was claiming to be sexually assaulted. It happened just a couple times at that age before I ran away from my parents for my own safety. I thought the government would help, and they did for a time, but then I got stuck with one of the bastards inside the system. I eventually ran away from the system too.

That was when I met my benefactor. I had no idea he was a supporter of such things until I was nearly an adult. He helped me get an education and travel. It was not a sexual contract. I think he felt pity for me or something. He revealed to me his ties to this disgusting network in a round about way because his family was attached to it. It took me some time to wrap my head around how this sweet person could possibly be connected to this. It was only after I was traveling, when I met other kids like me, and how they told me they wished they had my "benefactor" that I figured it out. All the horrors' of my childhood came back to me. I begged him to leave this network...if he wanted to marry me like he said.

I didn't realize it wasn't a simple matter of just saying I am done with these people for him. I can't say much more or I will easily give up my identity.

EDIT: How my benefactor freed me is kind of round about. By claiming me as his own, he kept the wolves at bay. By taking care of my greedy parents, they didn't bother me or drug me or threaten me. By educating me, he helped me help myself. By having me travel, he had me away from my terrible family. When I was 21 he moved on as I could legally challenge anyone trying to take over my affairs. He freed me by acting as a buffer between the ones that wanted to harm me and then letting me live my life as I choose. He was involved in a lot of things that I would just about rather die than be a part of though.

Benefactors and sponsors don't, but regular randoms do. Some people pay for kids just to hunt and kill them for sport.