The Illusion of Freedom: The Truth About Human Trafficking Posted: Jun 05, 2012 The clang of metal echoes in the dingy basement. The bitter cold of the cement crawls painfully through every inch of Sadisha’s half-naked body. She trembles with hunger. Deep crimson blood pools at her feet—evidence of the night’s abuses. The metal of the cage that imprisons her body as well as her soul leaves its mark against her skin. She squeezes her eyes tightly in an attempt to shut out the harsh realities of this earthly hell. The question that has haunted her since her arrival rears its repulsive head . . .