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My Name Is Anneke Lucas and I Was a Sex Slave to Europe’s Elite at Age 6

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his story is the second in a series called “Real Women, Real Stories,” a social project designed to promote awareness of the often unseen hardships women face in different professions and places around the world. Read the first story in the serieshere.

When I was a little girl in my native Belgium, I was put to work as a sex slave.

My mother sold me, and drove me wherever, whenever she got the call. The boss of this pedophile network was a Belgian cabinet minister. The clients were members of the elite. I recognized people from television. Their faces were familiar to the masses, while I was confronted with the dark side of their power addiction — the side no one would believe existed. I came across VIP’s, European heads of state, and even a member of a royal family.

Around my sixth birthday, in 1969, I was taken to an orgy for the first time, in a castle. I was used for an S&M show, on a low stage, chained up with an iron dog collar, and made to eat human feces. Afterwards, left lying there like a broken object, I felt so humiliated, I had to do something to save my soul, or else — and this I knew for certain — I would have withered and died.

I raised myself up, and stood looking at the bizarre crowd of aristocrats dressed up as hippies, swaying to the music in various levels of sexual interaction, busily availing themselves of little pills and pre-rolled joints passed around on silver trays by sober waiters. I trembled in fear, but my body straightened and stilled itself like a bow in suspense before the shot, and I heard my voice as though it were not my own, chiding the adults, telling them that this was wrong – that I was going to tell on them, and that they would all go to jail.

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Trippy, spacey music was oozing through the atmosphere and most people were too high to notice me. One man, wearing a business suit, caught my eye. He looked scared, but he held my gaze for a brief moment, and seemed to feel for me. Then he was gone. I never saw him again in the network, but years later I did spot him on TV. He became a prominent Belgian politician.

I was quietly led away and taken to a cellar. I was certain that I was going to be killed, but instead I was shown the fresh body of a young murder victim. I was to remain silent.

During the week, I went to school. I was a shy girl, with few friends. I remember, once, in the second grade, becoming aware of an energetic shift in the room, to realize all eyes were on me. The teacher had been calling on me, and I had been too spaced out to hear. She wondered out loud if I knew the answer to the question she had asked, and I sat in embarrassing silence while the class laughed.

I was a nonentity at school, and at home no one cared for me. I received more attention in the network. It felt good to be viewed as the most perfectly beautiful, sensual object by powerful men with high standards in taste. This was the only positive in my life, and I clung to it as my only raft to keep from drowning in a sea of shame and self-loathing.

After four years of surviving the network, when I was 10, a new guest brought along his 20-year-old son: tall, dashing, blond, and blue-eyed. He boldly advanced toward me. I smiled, and he called me a little whore. Not since the first time I had been brought to an orgy, four years earlier, had I expressed my true feelings. I was furious.

“You think I like it here?” I sneered.

This interaction started the most intense year of my life, in which I would feel more than ever loved, seen, and understood, and would be more than ever abused, all by that same young man. A year later, when he was through with me, I was of no use to the network anymore, and was to be killed. When my torture began, he stood watching, laughing.

This was the third time that my entire being became filled with an otherworldly force. Fierce pride straightened my body. A burning cigarette was put out on my forearm. My energetic body latched onto his in pure defiance. The thought “I don’t need you!” had become me, and all I saw was the energy behind the troubled ocean of blue in his eyes, and the love in spite of all the pain he had passed on to me.

I was led away to a small room, and strapped onto a butcher’s block. The man who tortured me was one of the defendants in the notorious Dutroux case, which, when it broke the news in 1996, was believed it would blow up the Belgian pedophile network. But instead, eight years later, only Marc Dutroux received a life sentence. I should have died that night in 1974 on that butcher’s block, but my life was saved at the last minute.

While I had been tortured, the young man had been negotiating with the politician in charge of the network. They made a deal: he would work for the politician, extend his shady services in exchange for my life. This one good deed eventually cost him his own life. In this milieu, any shred of humanity is a deadly weakness.

My life was spared, and I was told to remain silent forever. It took me 40 years before I could speak up.

In 1988, when I was 25 years old, I was walking downtown Los Angeles, near Skid Row, and got a faint, specific whiff of human feces, and was assaulted with the memory of the extreme humiliation I had suffered as a child. My instant thought was: “If this is true, I’m going to kill myself.”

I was too identified with the experience, and the shame was too great. I wasn’t ready, and pushed the memory back into the subconscious. It would take several more years, many more hours of therapy, to finally share this memory with one safe person.

I share this experience publicly here for the first time, having finally reached a place in my healing where I have access once again to the strength that came through me in those moments of clarity in the network. I also believe that the world is more than ever ready to confront its darkness. We have to, if we are to survive as a species.

All survivors of incest, sexual abuse, and sex trafficking have my strength. Though I suffer from PTSD, and, for example, I still become nauseous whenever I hear a certain kind of airy, trippy music, I’ve become so mindful of triggers that they don’t control my everyday existence. It takes so much energy to survive not only the physical violence, but to endure the psychic drain of abuse — to carry the shame.


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    • unidentified

      this is a very disturbing article, in this case the victim was pimped by her mother as a child sex slave, the good part is she is still alive to tell her story and expose the offenders for their sick crimes, maybe now child sex offenders will be named, tried in court and thrown in prison, these crimes cannot remain a secret this has to stop and not get swept under the rug and ignored

    • truthseeker4809

      The more important basis of this story is in the fact that there is a deep culture in the society where you can treat other humans as slaves or something of far less than yourself. Is this the same culture where you are chosen to be above any other human beings in your neighbor?

      As long as humans indulge into the belief system that their sins can be forgiven by faith, any kind of crime is possible and they will believe they can get away with it.

      This is the fundamental flaw of the philosophy of Christianity. Paul made the far fetched interpretation of the meaning of the death of Jesus that effectively everybody who believes in Jesus can commit horrible crime and still can get away with it. And their spiritual leader is the YHWH the great religious mafia crime boss.

      There is no race in it. Your faith is your race and your criminal back ground.

      This was the mind setting of the foundation of the killing of the aboriginals in Australia and the American Indians by the protestants migrated from England. Not much of a secret in it.

      • agromy

        we have a set of set of 10 Commandments to follow as christians, it does not mean we have free reign to commit any crime, but, means you can repent of your crime. Christianity is the most perfect religion and plan for salvation to trust in God

        • truthseeker4809

          The 10 commandments are for the ones in the lowest of the totem pole. There are two classes of people in the Christendom. Ones who are representing the mafia boss and the others who are representing the foot soldiers(slaves). Foot soldiers can kill, cheat, sabotage, orchestrate false flag and perpetrate fake news etc etc.

          In other words, you are already a part of this whole crime syndicate society by morally supporting it without knowing.

          • Waldo

            From the perspective of sin there is no difference between a Christian and you. You sin and so do Christians. The difference is that Christians have been adopted in to the family of God – our sins, as treacherous as they are, are covered by the sacrifice of Jesus. The whole idea of a crime syndicate is odd but Satan is capable of distorting logic so it’s not surprising. You can repent while you are alive so don’t be stiff necked – humble yourself and repent.

            • SuperNiceGuy

              Here’s some distorted logic for you.

              What do you say about “christians” who don’t at all live like “christians” though, some I dunno, let’s say agnostics or even pagans live less obviously sinful lives?

              Would you not agree that calling yourself a christian is meaningless if you’re actually just a charlatan?

            • SuperNiceGuy

              “The difference is that Christians have been adopted in to the family of God – our sins, as treacherous as they are, are covered by the sacrifice of Jesus.”

              That in particular, to me, seems a bit Satanic.

          • SuperNiceGuy

            As cynical as this may seem, this is why I keep my contribution to “society” and “institutions” to a minimum.

            I do not know how to do something, something society would like for me to do that doesn’t further their degeneracy. So I don’t bother.

    • 2QIK4U

      Can the word ‘Triggered’ DIE with the rest of 2016? :roll:

    • Waldo

      I’m not buying this story. It sounds too perfectly contrived – it hits too many points that a person thinks about when sex slave is mentioned. I think it comes from the mind of a disturbed person

    • truthseeker4809

      The story in the bible is an adult version story of Santa Clause. It takes you to spiritually mature to learn that it is all a huge gigantic lie. If the bible is the true story, there should be no child sex abuse, murder etc in the upper class of society. I think Buddhism is a much better religion in that sense.

      • SuperNiceGuy

        I think it doesn’t really matter what you label yourself as. It’s kinda like calling yourself a woman because you’re entirely full of shit and quite confused, yet, you have a penis and very specific physiology.

        Anyway, the point is, just because you say you’re nice (say, look at my name), doesn’t mean you are. It’s very simple to claim to be a righteous person through association in something like popular oversized cults or whatever. A nice sense of “mob” security and the related supporting delusion.

        That probably counts for some “supposed” buddhists too.

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