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  "full_text": "Case 1:19-cr-00490-RMB Document 53 Filed 09/03/19 Page 81 of 86 81 J8RsEPS3\n1 He forcefully penetrated me. I was numb. There was\n2 pain, but his use of the vibrator and his fingers in previous\n3 sessions with me had left a black hole-like void between my\n4 legs. I protested, but he forced my face into the bed to\n5 stifle my cries. That was my first time.\n6 I got a few hundred dollars, as usual, as he led me\n7 out of his mansion with assurances that I was on the right path\n8 guided by him. I lied to myself and tried to believe him. I\n9 became a hollow shell. If I missed an appointment, he\n10 threatened me and let me know who was in charge. \"Do you know\n11 how important my time is? I'll bury you. I owe this -- I\n12 won't say the word -- F'ing town.\" He would hang up.\n13 I would stand there frozen in the street, terrified\n14 that his assistant would call to reschedule. I made sure to\n15 stay in line and not disobey him. I was in complete denial.\n16 Being paid after every scheduled meeting felt routine and\n17 disgusting. He was the master of the universe and the world\n18 bent to his will.\n19 He would eventually brag to his assistants about my\n20 ability to please him sexually right in front of me, leaving me\n21 feeling grotesque and worthless. Everything in my outside life\n22 was falling apart. I distanced myself from friends and grew\n23 further away from my family. I felt less human after each\n24 ordeal. My psyche broke down completely and wouldn't let me\n25 continue.\nSOUTHERN DISTRICT REPORTERS, P.C.\n(212) 805-0300\nDOJ-OGR-00000719",
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