Karla Solomon
Karla’s story begins in Louisiana, with the wrong crowd, at the bad end of a corrupt business deal. Out of money, and out of
options, she agreed to help on the administrative side of the sex industry, not realizing she was being lured into a brutally abusive relationship, constantly drugged, sold, and beaten to ensure her captivity. Two months of hell led to an escape attempt, but blackmail in the form of a picture of her daughter caused her to return willingly, not wanting her family harmed in anyway. She was at the end of her rope, locked in a hotel bathroom, beaten from head to toe, when she fumbled through her
purse and found a cross necklace that had belonged to her daughter. With the cross in hand, she prayed a simple prayer, “I can’t do this anymore.”