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Could This Be The Return of Slave-Branding?

The return of slave-branding: Modern-day sex traffickers are bringing back vile practice as girls are forced to get a tattoo of their pimp's name or insignia to mark them out as his 'property'.

Almost all sex traffickers in America now brand their slaves with tattoos
Crowns, bags of money and pimps' initials are common, police say. Some of the women are even branded with a unique bar code to show who 'owns' them . More photos after cut.







Beyond the physical abuse and emotional torment, this permanent scar acts as a daily reminder for hundreds of thousands of women of violence, fear and oppression at the hands of tyrannical pimps.

The sickening ritual - which echoes the branding of cattle, of Roman slaves and of Auschwitz prisoners - has given rise to Survivor's Ink, an organization fundraising to help escaped sex-trafficking victims remove or cover up the tattoos.

This is quite disturbing.



















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