I was trafficked. I was born and raised in England and it happened to me. Through that, I met a lot of women from Eastern Europe who had been brought over for the sex trade. Some had been sold by family. Some couldn't remember their real name.
I was forced into it by a much older man, who I had thought was my boyfriend- it wasn't the first time he'd done it and he mostly worked me through escort agencies that were open through the night, because they're legal and nobody cares where you come from.
The agencies knew I was being forced- didn't care, because I was making them money.
They never even asked my real name. They never asked for ID. They just sent me out to men who rang up and asked for a girl.
Some girls there were living in houses with ten, fifteen, twenty others, being taken to work for agencies every night, all their money going to the man who owned them.
They get away with it because they make sure you're terrified of them, they make sure you're frightened of going to the police, they threaten your family, and because nobody cares enough about you to do anything to help you.
The agencies all had police, CID, vice squad, etc, on their books as clients and they were the worst because they could just get away with anything.