Abused. Addicted. Free.
 
He grabbed my throat with one hand and pushed the edge of a blade to my neck with the other. “One wrong move and I’ll cut your throat!” I felt the cold edge of the knife against my flesh. I shivered as he pushed the tip deeper into my skin. “Who do you think you are?” he shouted. Fear gripped my heart as he traced the blade across my throat; it could all be over in seconds.
 
On her arrival at the girl’s home in Tredegar, a staff member on duty at the time wondered how she was still alive. “Trudy was skin and bone, with fear in her eyes I have never seen someone so destroyed by drugs.“