It’s mid-morning. A light rain is falling over Hanoi. The car I’m in weaves through chaotic traffic. Sitting in front and to my left are two teenage girls.

Laughter fills the car. I’ll call the girls ‘Qui’ and ‘Phong’. One is 17 and the other is 19. They’re all smiles, but don’t let their laughter deceive you. In the last 12 months, Qui and Phong were kidnapped, severely beaten, raped and sold into slavery by organized human trafficking rings.