My name is Rebecca (Becki) Percy. I am a 22 year old British girl currently living in the United States. I am a survivor of child abuse, child trafficking and satanic ritual abuse. I am asking for your support to help me stay safe in this country. Here is my story.

I was born into a family that didn't love me. More specifically, one that wanted to abuse and torture me. My first glimpse of that was when I was 4 years old - my first day of school. My bio father (Lee Percy) raped me saying he needed to make me into a woman.

This continued for my entire childhood, only worsening as I got older. When I was 9 years old, I was trafficked to 10+ men for the first time. They all took turns raping and torturing me then paying my parents for my service.

I was also forced to take part in satanic rituals such as running through the woods, naked, on a night while being raped by men and women. I also saw my parents and other in their ring sacrifice children to Molech.

In 2010, when I was 13 years old, I finally told a trusted teacher at school that my bio father was, quote, "hurting me". I honestly thought that if he wasn't in the picture, that everything would be 'normal'. Lee was taken out of the home but my dream didn't come through. Things didn't get better. They actually worsened.

Not long after the first disclosure, I told the same teacher that my mother was beating me. This was the truth, but was ashamed of the other things she was doing to me. I was constantly told that I was a prostitute that wasn't worth anyone's time. Once I had told my teacher I was moved to my mothers brothers house. Of course, this wasn't any better because he and the rest of my birth family was part of the trafficking and abuse.

Just as expected, I was raped by him while there. So again I had to tell my teacher. I was then moved into foster care.

I thought I was finally going to be safe. I started slowly trusting the people that so kindly took me in and loved playing with their 2 year old son. Things finally started looking up. But that came crashing down when after almost a month of living with them, the male foster carer raped me... I was completely heart broken. In that moment, I realized that I had been really naive to think that I would ever be safe. I didn't deserve to not be hurt and abused.

The only reason I told my teacher about that incident is because he hadn't used protection. I was scared that I was going to pregnant.

Through all the disclosures I made to my teacher, she always believed. Unlike social services. They thought I was making everything up.. That became more evident as the years went by.

After foster care, I moved into a children's home. This is another place where I felt safe but didn't want to let my guard down... I felt like it was only a matter of time before someone abused me again. By this time, social services was trying to encourage me to go back to see my biological mother. This was when the cycle started. Going to see her, being abused, not being able to cope with it so I disclose to someone, police would 'investigate', they would say there wasn't enough evidence to prosecute then I would be persuaded to see my mother again. For the next 5 years, that was my life. By this point, I knew that I was set to be killed on my 19th birthday... Every day that went by, I got closer to me execution day.

When I was 18, I was invited to be on someone's blog to tell my story. This was my last chance to be helped. And thank God I was. A lady from California read my blog and spent every waking minute talking to me and making sure I was safe. We both knew that this was a very dangerous time. After talking to her family, she told me she was going to bring me over to America. I couldn't believe what I was reading. We then started the ball rolling with my passport and tourist visa. I hadn't broken the law in England. I wasn't going to start out my new life in America by coming over illegally. That's we did EVERYTHING by the book.

By April 21, 2015 I was on the plane... Jetting towards my new life of safety and freedom. Little did I know that I would be stopped by Customs Enforcement as soon as I landed in LAX then detained by them.. The corruption is never ending. I then spent the following 14 months in detention center - James A Musick Facility in Southern CA. With in that time, I went to many court hearings trying to have the judge understand the life and death decision she held in her hands. I begged her to grant me asylum and safety to this country. But in around October 2015, she denied my plea. She then followed up with a $40,000 bail... That was my key to freedom.

It took us until June of 2016 to be able to find a way to pay the bail. This was through a bail bonds company that allowed the lady that brought me over to pay a lot less (I believe it was $9,000). The only catch was that I would be wearing an ankle monitor so they could track me. Although I was now free, I still felt like a criminal.

Cutting a long story shorter, I now live in Texas and am waiting to hear back from the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals to see if they will allow me to back to court and have another judge hear my case, or they could just grant me freedom on the spot.

I ask that you would be sign this petition in the hopes that President Trump or his administration would see my story and help me to stay safe in this country. If I go back to England, I will be killed. I ask that you would share this with all you know. The more signatures I get, the better chance I have to stay in this country.

Thank you so much for your time and patience as you read my story.

God bless you