Human Trafficking: A Descent into Darkness Please rate and comment (Blonde teen Hanna has run away with her much older male friend Jim. Her mother Carol tried to stop them. Carol was subjected to severe abuse at her house and she is now forced to travel with them, held against her will in the back of their commercial van .) The cool foggy air mixed with the diesel fumes of idling trucks hung heavy in the air. The old white van made its way through the maze of parked 18 wheelers. The glaring yard lights mixed with the heavy air made an surreal scene. Lights would flick on and a truck would pull out. Drivers stood by their trucks drinking coffee and exchanging notes on their routes. The van wove slowly to the back of the lot. The pavement became very rough, almost non-existant. The Van had entered a no-man’s land, the backwater of the trucking world. This was an area, out of sight, out of mind of most people and even other truckers. The Van parked in an open area under a glaring flood light. Hannah got out the Van walking around the back. The blonde teen with blue jean shorts and a tight top immediately drew attentions of nearby truckers. Directly facing her was big red rig with flat steel plates on the trailer. The Battle Flag of the Confederacy stood out boldly on the front of the truck. A burly man got out of the rig. Tall and rough looking with a beard and a pony tail, he walked slowly over to the van. “Well sweetie, I’m Bo, you looking for a little action.” He smiled, asking Hannah. “Hey, Hannah here. …and then things took a turn
