Hostages in Plain Sight

Why less than 1% are caught, why the hotline is theater, and why I will keep naming names with my evidence in hand. This is not just my story. This is a documented account of how trafficking thrives in the U.S. and why our systems don’t stop it. It’s everywhere, just as Julia says.

Hostages in Plain Sight

Why less than 1% are caught, why the hotline is theater, and why I will keep naming names with my evidence in hand.

Julia looks into the camera, red glasses flashing, and says the sentence that should make a country stop:

“I’m an actual hostage.”

Not a movie abduction.
A household captivity.
A dinner-table captivity.
A medical-chart captivity.

She is brave enough to say it plainly.

When I watch her, I see my own life.

I see the normalization of control and the weaponization of “care”: doctors chosen for me, medications arranged without real consent, sex required on his terms, even my seat at a table contingent on obedience.

I was forced to sleep on the floor. Physically and sexually tortured.

Obedience was rebranded as love. Refusal was punished with humiliation, isolation, and punishment.

This is trafficking.
This is slavery.
And it lives in American homes with lawns and curtains and cameras that smile back.

From Credible Executive to “Erased”

I am not a marginal or unreliable narrator.

Before this, I was a highly credible person, a highly credible executive, from a well-respected family.

I built companies.
I led teams.
I sat in boardrooms.

My AR/VR platform was on a trajectory toward a valuation that would have rivalled the giants. I had a reputation for insight, for execution, for delivering results.

Then I was drugged and kidnapped in South Africa and brought to Camden, Maine. From that moment on, my life was not my own.

It looked very different than what Julia describes. There were no group photos, no pretend family.

I was alone in the house I was forced to buy.
I was being tortured.
I was being framed with complete fabrications in the press by the local corrupt DA, Chris Ferneld, who I allege was at minimum accepting bribes.

I was incoherent. I was suicidal. I think I was being drugged.

When I finally escaped, I thought all I had to do was get to law enforcement — the evidence was so clear.

Besides the obvious lies and inconsistencies in Maine (a quick look at the file would have shown it), I carried with me a thoroughly hacked laptop from Maine — physical proof.

I had scars from being burned with cigarettes.
I had a brand on my back.
I had a stellar history as an international tech executive.

This was insane atrocity.

Yet from the moment I escaped captivity, my credibility was stripped from me.

I was ignored.
I was called crazy.
I was smeared.
I was digitally erased.

My assets were stolen.
My name was erased.

I am now homeless and destitute — yet by rights, I am worth $100 billion.

This is not a personal tragedy. This is the playbook.

America, as it is currently functioning, is not a country at all.

There is no rule of law.

It is a kleptocracy based on the brutal enslavement and theft of women.

It is a system that takes women’s work, women’s bodies, women’s minds, women’s children, and women’s wealth and calls it “order.”

Or this would not have happened to me.
Could not have happened to me.
Is still happening to me.

The only people who lead in a kleptocracy are the best and most brutal criminals.

This is the choice men are making — to keep not seeing the rot their power and money are based on.

Timeline of My Allegations

South Africa → Camden, Maine (2017–2019).
Drugged, kidnapped, and trafficked into Camden. Held in sex slavery, tortured, and assaulted.

I allege the assistant district attorney, Chris Ferneld, worked in concert with my predator: framing me for “stalking,” lying to the press and the court, jailing me for a pre-trial call I supposedly missed, forcing a plea that wasn’t legally coherent, and forcing me out of a house I was coerced to buy two doors down from my accuser.
(See my file in Camden.)

Escape to Spain (2019).
I fled with a small bag. My laptop was riddled with spyware/malware. I walked into the FBI office in Madrid with physical evidence. I was ignored.

“Call the Hotline.”
I enrolled with the National Human Trafficking Hotline (Polaris).

They told me they send cases to the FBI but don’t track outcomes.

They offered “social services” — gaslighting that puts the burden on the victim, instead of addressing law enforcement’s refusal to act.

Meanwhile, FBI call-takers repeatedly hung up when I said I was a sex slave or told me to “call the hotline.” One officer told me the FBI doesn’t follow up — the hotline does.
(See Twitter: @Jodischillerus.)

National landscape.
I cold-called hundreds of U.S. “anti-trafficking” orgs.

The refrain: overwhelmed, underfunded, law enforcement does nothing.

No national data.
No accountability.
No checking for signs of torture when victims are rescued.

(All sex slavery involves torture.)

UK modern slavery orgs, by contrast, collect and publish data and lobby for enforcement.

Mexico (2020–2021).
A man attached himself to me. He told me he was sent by my Maine predators.

After I hid and prepared a dossier with a lawyer and witnesses to try to jail him, he found me, held me, raped and assaulted me, and pulled the trigger with the gun in my mouth — it jammed.

He was arrested leaving my house with the gun and released after three days.

The U.S. Embassy’s “help”: go home.

Secret Service/Klain meeting (Oct 2021).
I tried to get to the president with my story.

I physically showed up at the house of Ron Klain, Chief of Staff for Biden.

I briefed a Klain staffer and the Secret Service for hours about Maine, the FBI hand-offs, and women still captive in Camden.

They called me a “patriot.”
Then they sent me to an ER for a 5150 screen.
I was released the same night.

No follow-up I know of.

“We are here.”
After going directly to the top, I gave up on law enforcement.

I assessed the U.S. government is on the wrong side — actively protecting perpetrators, going after female victims.

I reached out publicly to the other women enslaved in Camden through TikTok. A girl replied to one of these:

“We are here.”

Calls to DA Natasha Irving by members of the public yielded “call the police.”

The AG of Maine did not respond to my multiple emails about the situation.

The Hidden Holocaust: Tax-Funded Betrayal

I always say it, and I’ll keep saying it:

This is all further evidence of the hidden holocaust happening in America.

Men inside our institutions know what they’re doing.

They are intentionally using our tax dollars — with deception, fraud, brutality, and crime — to keep women subjugated, tortured, and killed across this country.

The DA who protects the perpetrator.
The 50 officers I reported to over the years who shrugged.
The prosecutor who weaponizes process.
The hotline that creates the appearance of action without delivering rescue.

This is the pattern.

This essay is not “my story.”
It is evidence of a system working as designed.

What does a hidden holocaust look like in a democracy?
It looks like paperwork that disappears a woman’s truth.
It looks like “resources” that don’t rescue.
It looks like statistics no one collects, bruises photographed and filed away while the man walks free.
It looks like judges, pastors, and doctors who say “obey.”

Call it what it is: state-subsidized annihilation of half the country.

Missing and Disappeared

This hidden holocaust doesn’t just look like bruises or coerced obedience.

It looks like missing women whose bodies are never found.

It looks like daughters, sisters, mothers who vanish without explanation — with police shrugging, with databases left empty, with press coverage reduced to a headline.

The silence around the missing is not an accident.
It is the perfect cover.

Women aren’t just killed — they’re erased.

Their stories are interrupted.
Their evidence is lost.
Their names are left off the rolls.

Usually, we don’t even know they’re dead. They just vanish.

That is what makes this a holocaust: not only the violence, but the institutional machinery that ensures the dead and disappeared don’t count.

Digital Erasure: The Quiet Precursor to Violence

This is also why traffickers don’t get caught.

For six years since escaping captivity I have received not a dime from anyone.

No backers.
No help from my family or my former networks.
No platform support.

Nothing but the remnants of an alimony payment my ex-husband unilaterally slashed — until he stopped altogether.

I have been starving.
I have been raped and beaten.
I have often been forced to sleep outside in the rain.

I have nearly been killed more times than I can count — most often because I was impoverished and vulnerable.

And yet, on Substack’s dashboard, a flat line shows me having an income.

The graph says there’s money.
The reality is zero.

Substack support told me they see no income on my account.

This is what digital erasure and suppression actually look like.

The public sees one version.
I live another.

Almost certainly, this is happening because I’m right.

I am telling the truth with massive receipts — and everything is being throttled, shadowed, or silenced.

If this is happening to me — a woman with evidence, a record of leadership, a documented story, a relentless determination for justice — it is happening to all women who tell the truth, if they’re still alive at all.

Digital erasure is the quiet prelude to the hidden holocaust.
Erase the women’s voices, then erase their bodies.

Law Enforcement on the Wrong Side — Funded by Us

Law enforcement — across the board, in every state and city where I reported — did nothing.

This isn’t a one-off.

Many survivors report the same: prosecutors and police minimizing, deflecting, or weaponizing process against victims.

And we fund this betrayal with our taxes.

I repeat: these organizations and institutions are using our own tax dollars to fund our destruction and fully getting away with it.

The Hotline Is Institutional Theater

Survivors are told to call the National Human Trafficking Hotline.

In lived reality, that often means no arrest, no extraction, no protection — just referrals and hand-offs that create a paper trail and the appearance of response.

The hotline doesn’t track FBI outcomes.
FBI call-takers believe “sending to Polaris” ends their role.
If the survivor gets no rescue, the hotline functions as a fig leaf, not a lifeline.

Worse: by giving survivors access to “therapy” but not justice, it gaslights the victim.

The best therapy for victims of crime is justice.

Everything else is a sop.

I said this bluntly in 2022.
I stand by it with more evidence now.

What Must Change Now

1. Criminalize coercive control. Sustained, systemic control (medical, sexual, financial) must be prosecutable as trafficking.
2. Independent oversight of prosecutors and police. External audits, public reporting, and charges where appropriate.
3. Real rescue infrastructure. Immediate extraction, safe relocation, rapid legal filings, trauma-competent care.
4. Medical autonomy protections. Survivors must access independent medical evaluation and protected records.
5. Mandatory data collection and publication. Standardized, public outcome data for hotlines, police, prosecutors, courts.
6. Journalism and civil pressure. When criminal justice stalls, civil litigation and investigative reporting must pry open files.
7. End the patriarchy OS. There is no just government — or possibility of just governing — while this remains humanity’s unconscious operating system.

Final Word

Julia’s sentence is small and monstrous at once:

“I’m an actual hostage.”

It should have never been true for her.
It should have never been true for me.
It should never be true for any woman.

I have evidence.
I have names.
I have dates, filings, photos, logs, and witnesses.

If the institutions we fund won’t protect us, we will use the public record to force the issue.

We will not be quiet.
We will not be polite.

We demand rescue.
We demand accountability.

America will never truly come into existence as a country unless this changes.

Remember this: women are being held hostage in plain sight.
If you read these words, you cannot say you did not know.

The hidden holocaust is not hidden anymore.
Choose: stand with us, or be counted with the perpetrators.

No country can survive while annihilating half its people.
Until this ends, America is not a nation — it is a crime scene.

Evidence & Appendix

• KnoxCounty_File_Overview.pdf — index of all Maine case materials
• SA_Kidnapping_Notes_[date].pdf — documents regarding South Africa kidnapping
• FBI_Madrid_Visit_Memo_[date].pdf — notes from in-person FBI visit
• Hotline_Call_Logs_[dates].mp3 — recordings of calls with Polaris
• MX_Police_Report_[station]_[date].pdf — arrest of Mexican assailant
• SS_Briefing_Notes_[date].pdf — notes from Secret Service/Klain meeting
• TikTok_Screenshot_[handle]_[date].png — “we are here” post
• Email_to_DA_Irving_[dates].pdf; Email_to_ME_AG_[dates].pdf — outreach with no reply

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Author’s Note

I’ve written more than 500 essays like this. Since escaping trafficking, I’ve been silenced, throttled, and erased everywhere — on Substack, TikTok, Twitter, BlueSky, Medium, even in email and direct contact. This archive is therefore two things: a record of my work, and a record of its erasure. Digital erasure, kept hidden from the general public, is the quiet prelude to the bottomless atrocity of the hidden holocaust murdering women. Despite being worth $100 billion, I am kept isolated, destitute, and homeless because of this horrific gender based violent crime.

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