I’d been desperate for work. When I was finally offered a job as a driver in Rosiori de Vede, I felt so happy. I quickly realised things were not as I’d expected. My employers, a couple in their 40s, wanted me to steal and be violent to people who owed them money. When I refused, I was beaten. I had my kneecaps smashed and my ribs broken. One time, they slashed me with a knife. Another time, the couple’s sons raped me.
That winter, with no idea where we were going, I drove for six days. We ended up in London. More than 25 people – my captors’ friends and family – lived at the house we arrived at. I slept on the floor of a wooden shed in the garden.
The hardest thing was seeing what was happening to Elena. She was just six years old. The couple had tricked her mother into letting her live with them, promising to look after her. But she had become their slave. They beat her violently and made her work up to 20 hours a day. Elena gave me the strength I needed to escape. I had to get her out of there.
One night, when everyone was sleeping, I found where they had hidden my passport and went to the police station. They went back for Elena and I was introduced to Migrant Help. Our lives finally changed.
Two years ago I had nothing. No food and nowhere to live. I’d managed to shower maybe twice a year. Now, thanks to Migrant Help, I have safe accommodation, new clothes and they have helped me see doctors for my health problems. Most of all, they have listened to me. I’m so thankful for everything they’ve done. They’re like a family to me now.