1.How did you learn the ring was nicknamed "The Horseshoe"? When I woke up next to the transient (His name is Adam), I followed him back into town until we came to a bank. Outside of the bank, there were two benches that faced each other. It appeared to be a common spot where a lot of the homeless and "shadier" people gather and hang out. Adam spoke to a middle-aged man named Jason sitting on the bench and said (pointing to me), "I picked her up from The Horseshoe last night." Jason looked puzzled and asked Adam, "How do you know about The Horseshoe?" Adam replied, "She's my job." I also heard Jason respond very quietly, "Don't do it, man. Don't kill her."

I still speculate on their dialogue to this day. I'm still unsure if it was something they had rehearsed to strike fear into me, or if Adam was supposed to kill me the previous night. There's so much I don't know that I start driving myself a little crazy running through all of the possibilities.

2.How did you first meet your online boyfriend? What sites/apps? How did you and your online boyfriend communicate before you met? Did you send each other pictures or videos of each other while he was still trying to win you over? Any evidence on your phone or computer or social media? Lots of that leaves a digital paper trail useful for forensics.

I met my online boyfriend through a Pokemon Facebook Group and several different Pokémon Group Chats also on Facebook. He was really pushing for me to download Snapchat and talk to him on there, but my phone didn't have enough storage to get it. (I also found out that conversations and activity slowly over time on Snapchat get erased automatically, so I could see why he would prefer Snapchat over Facebook).

Yes, him and I sent several pictures to each other while we were seeing each other. I had to deactivate my old FB account because my boyfriend had access into my emails thus being able to have full range over my FB account. I found out he kept me logged in on a separate browser on his phone while I was missing, too.

3.Did you not have a job/school/etc going on at the time you decided to travel to Lincoln?

I was unemployed when I ventured down to Nebraska with my boyfriend. I hit a pretty bad depression, quit my job, and stopped attending courses at my college right before I had met my boyfriend and started dating him.

4.How did you travel to Lincoln, Nebraska? How did you travel back home when you escaped? What belongingings did you take with you and take back? Duffel bags? Suitcases? Purses?

my boyfriend's mother had purchased two one-way GreyHound tickets for both of us. (I also have the screenshot of the receipt saved on my flashdrive)

While traveling back home from Nebraska to Washington State, (I shit you not) I hitchhiked and walked. I was still with the transient during my entire journey up until I made it back home. My family was aware I was going to be arriving, and they worked together to help separate me from the transient in our front yard.

I only took a backpack and my purse with me to Nebraska. I had maybe three pairs of clothing, my photo ID, some make-up, and my Nintendo 3DS with me. By the time I made it home, I had lost every single one of my belongings and had completely different clothes and bags. (I had no choice in what I could wear. The transient, Adam, picked my outfits and had me wearing some pretty ridiculous clothes. He was trying to humiliate me and break me down)

The choice to leave with my boyfriend wasn't exactly planned. I had previously tried to back out of going with him, but my boyfriend kept begging me to go with him and said he didn't want to ride the bus alone without me (and a bunch of other stupid excuses to make me feel more compelled/guilted into going with him.)

5.Were your friends, family, etc worried that you were missing? My family was very worried about me, but all of my friends over social media were very confused because [S] had access to my Facebook account, and him and a lot of his friends were able to cause a lot of confusion and make everyone second guess my disappearance.

6.When you arrived at the trap house, how did they "catch" you and keep you from leaving? How many bad guys (or bad gals) were there in the operation? Like were they guarding the doors 24/7? Were there any weapons of any kind?

I didn't realize it at the time, but I later found out there were people watching us from outside of the apartment incase we decided to wander off. (The transient I travelled with mentioned he watched me from the apartment for a few days and even went as far to describe the clothing I was wearing, and what I was doing when I would step outside for a cigarette. He said he watched me cry on the steps... which I did do).

Everyone seemed really nice and friendly towards me and the other girls that we honestly didn't suspect any sort of foul play in the beginning. We were always given drugs and were more focused on getting fucked up and partying.

There weren't any visible weapons that I was able to see while I was at the trap house, but one of the girls showed me her bruises from one of the men hitting her. Physical abuse progressively became more common the longer I was there. I was starting to see how controlling the men were. I stupidly intervened a lot and helped the girls regain some confidence and independence which really pissed off a lot of the guys there because I was essentially, "Untraining" the other girls.

It's hard to give an exact number with how many of the "bad guys" were there because people always seemed to come and go regularly. There were several drug deals taking place all of the time in there too. I'd say at the very least, there were always six guys there watching all of us at a given time..

I recall walking with the girls across the street to go to the gas station one time, and every single guy had to come outside and keep an eye on us. And they eventually entered the gas station to come get us because they felt we were, "taking too long" and needed to hurry up (We weren't even in the store for more than 5 minutes already checking out).

I also remember getting mad at my boyfriend, so I decided to hide from him on a back staircase that lead to the apartment's laundry room. We could still chat using our 3DS's, and I remember him sending several messages to me saying, things like, "Where tf are you?" "Where the hell did you go?" I watched him from a window, and he circled around the apartment complex several times looking for me (I was still oblivious to the real danger that I was actually in, so I found it really funny at the time when he couldn't find me).

7.When you went to The Fat Toad bar, what kept you from communicating that you were captive to another person, either from someone inside the bar or those hanging outside or in the area? What kept you from escaping the bar? What kept you from using your phone (or someone else's phone) and calling 911?

8.You say you "woke up next to a transient in an open field the next morning." What happened immediately after you woke up? Honestly, I tried playing it really cool. I have this defense mechanism where instead of showing fear, I laugh and act really calm. I was more grossed out and embarrassed by the transient knowing him and I had slept with each other the previous night. I put my pants back on and helped him roll up his sleeping bag in the morning.

While the transient (Adam) was placing things into his backpack, he pulled out a small glass jar with a white powdery substance inside of it. He told me it was cyanide, and that he was hired to kill me last night, but he liked me, so he was, "Going to keep me around for a while."

He then showed me the black notepad as proof and turned to the page where the trap house's address was located. It messed with me a lot because I was starting to slowly piece some things together. He told me I needed to follow him back into town, and to stay close to him if I wanted to stay alive because he would, "Protect me" and apparently he, "Pulled a lot of strings to get me as his job so he could spare my life."

He then called a taxi from inside a Quiznos. He had me sit outside while he called. Once the taxi arrived, we got in and were driven to a gas station on the outskirts of town. He purchased me a long dress and flip flops and had me change into them in the gas station bathroom. He told me wearing the dress would help us get rides, and I needed to dress like a lady. He then told me that if anyone asks, him and I were on our honeymoon and we had just had an arranged marriage.

I'm not really sure why, but I kept going along with what he said. I was scared, but I refused show it. I was being very compliant and just listened to him.

9.How did you escape? How did you get home? 10.Did any of the girls talk about escaping? Did any other girls escape? 11.How long were you at the trap house? Was it a regular house? How many rooms? Where did all the girls sleep? How were you guys fed? What about clothing? What about next door neighbors and suspicion? 12.May we have the address of the trap house?** 13.What was turnover like, meaning how often would new girls come in and how long would they stay, and how often would they leave forever? How many girls total? 14.Did you or any of the other girls get paid? 15.Did they call you and the other girls by their real names or nicknames? 16.Does anyone have your home address or phone number or any other way to stalk you? What kept any of the girls from lying just to protect themselves? 17.How did you manage to get the black notepad and the Zip-Loc bag and other stuff that belonged to the ring people? 18.Who lived at the trap house? Who owns it?