Twenty-Four-2

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‘Slaves.’ Of course. I’d seen stuff on the news about modern s*****y. ‘But they come in here? In Cornwall?’ ‘They come in everywhere. Refugees come in everywhere. It’s hard to tell the difference because it’s only when they arrive they become slaves. They’re forced into s*x work, or domestic work. Some end up in the fields. Some end up in c******s factories. They’re stuck. Too frightened to tell anyone because they’re here illegally. And, after a while, too abused to try to escape. I know who brings them in but I’m not after them. I’m after the men who distribute them round the country. There’s a network of traffickers and g**g-masters in the UK and if I’d got in with them, we could identify many of the s*****y operations in this country. That was my job. That was why I was sent here. ‘W

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