While in Nepal, I documented sex trafficking. I was forewarned that it would be very difficult for me to work safely within this hidden industry. Beneath the very alive streets of Kathmandu lie some hidden sex lairs called cabin restaurants. I was escorted down a narrow passage of stairs leading to the fluorescent-lit cabins by women who had previously been sex slaves themselves. Within each cabin were women, small girls and boys for the customers. Standing in the near darkness, I felt a quick, hot fear and could imagine what it must be like for the sex victims trapped in this hell. I had only one way out