‘I hear the tap of the wooden coffin as the spade strikes – just a few more shovels of earth. Now the moonlight picks out the tiny pearl-coloured casket. I won’t open it, no need. I know what is in it, just foetal remains wrapped in white silk, rotted silk, decayed silk, all decayed. And I know what lies beneath the casket; a large oak coffin. I pleaded with them from my prison cell not to bury them in the same grave. They took no heed, why should they, to them I was a monster.’ A young girl's journey through civil-war torn Bosnia, and on to sex-industry England.