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– Tell us from the very beginning how you met.

– It all started with the fact that my father and I lived very poorly. My father was widowed early, and at that time, he was out of work. And one day I went dancing to improve my financial situation with my father. Exactly a year later, I became the best dancer in our city. My father and I were well known and respected in the city. I had nothing to be afraid of. Every evening I returned home to my father, and we were happy. One day a man came to one of the restaurants where I performed every Thursday, it was Arthur. He started coming every Thursday. I did not pay any attention to him. I thought it was just a tourist from another city. But one fine evening he offered me a job in our capital city of Phnom Penh. Of course, I refused; I did not want to leave my father’s house anywhere. And from that moment on, he literally began to haunt me. It got to the point that this man started telling me that he would kill my father if I did not go with him. I had to agree. I did not tell my father anything. I said it was temporary and I would definitely come back. With these words, Sultana burst into tears. She could not talk anymore.