A sex slave Gaddafi tells her ordeal

[tabatha]

(translated from French where pronouns sometimes wrong)



TRIPOLI SPECIAL ENVOY - She is 22 years old, she is beautiful as the day and is broken. Sometimes he laughed , oh, just a few seconds, and a spark of light when a child faces scratched by life. "You give me what age?" , she said, removing his sunglasses. She waits, sketch a pale smile , and whispers: "I, I feel to be 40. " And it seems so old.

She looks away, grabbed a piece of black cloth to cover nervously down her face, tears appear in her dark eyes. "Muammar Gaddafi has devastated my life." She wants to tell . She thinks it's dangerous, but she agrees to testify , at a meeting lasting several hours in a hotel in Tripoli. She knows she is confused, (s)he lacks words to describe the world of perversion and madness in which it was precipitated.

But (s)he must speak . Memories too heavy clutter his memory. Of "dirt," she says, that give nightmares. "I might tell , no, never, know where I am or what I experienced. No one can imagine . Nobody. " She shakes (her)his head in despair. "When I saw the corpse of Gaddafi exposed to the crowd, I had a brief pleasure. Then in the mouth, I felt a nasty taste." She wanted that it alive. It is captured and tried by an international tribunal. All these months, she has thought of nothing else. "I was preparing for the face and he asked , staring into the eyes: Why or why you made ​​me that why you raped me Why thou hast beaten, drugged, insulted why you taught me to drink , to smoke why you stole my life? "

http://www.lemonde.fr/libye/article/2011/11/15/esclave-sexuelle-de-kadhafi_1603932_1496980.html