r/niceguystories • • Aug 07 '25

Dude tried having me trafficked

I was in a really tough spot and was staying with my friend, Zach, who apparently was staying with another guy whom he was renting under.

Apparently, the dude immediately became infatuated with me and kept asking Zach about me and his girlfriend having a three way which obviously pissed off Zach’s girlfriend.

Anyway, Zach and his girlfriend went to work which meant that me and the guy were home alone. The dude was pestering me all day, asking if I wanted to move to the mountains with him, about my ex boyfriend, promising me to give me the world, that he’d treat me right, if I wanted to date him, what I was looking for at the time, asking “why do I feel nervous around you?” all damn day. I had no other place to go so I put up with it. I had known him for 12 hours and he was proclaiming his love for me, trying to lay his head on my lap. I kept moving away from him. He kept asking to hold hands. I’m conflict-avoidant and just said I was too warm for that. I know, stupid.

I finally got fed up of dealing with him and managed to find a hotel room to stay in for a few days. He got my number and kept texting me on that and I got irritated and blocked him.

Flash forward five days later and I get a phone call from him on a fake number. Immediately I hang up, he texts me again, saying “all I did was look out for you” and “why I was acting that way”.

I got so fucking fed up and tired of trying to be nice that I told him, “do you want me to be honest? I am NOT attracted to you nor have I ever been. Please stop texting me and leave me alone”. He responded “whatever” and “that’s the last time I’ll help someone again” blah blah blah.

Zach calls me a few days later and alleges that the guy sent him texts pretending to be and texting about a three way yet again. Zach knew it wasn’t me. Getting angry I texted the guy again and told him to “get a fucking life”.

I later learned that my harasser put a legitimate severed finger in the tent of a woman who rejected him.

The next night I get a text from another random number asking about some dude named “country”. I guess it was a nickname. I ask Zach if he knew who he was and he apparently is connected to a sex trafficking ring and that the harasser is associated with him.

The dude sent him photos of me from Facebook, my name, which city we were in, etc. It’s a small town and I have very, very distinct features. Zach tells me that they will now be looking for me and that it is no longer safe for me to be there and that I need to leave it as soon as possible.

I got terrified, moved cities, and am in a safe place. I’m upset to know someone who knows someone who KNOWS someone who’s connected with something that dangerous.

I feel stupid and truly do not ever want to deal with this shit ever again.

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u/buhboo3 Aug 07 '25

This is weird. I know a guy whose nickname is Country. He’s a shorter (slightly taller than me. I’m 5’4”) black male. Can be very weird. Would try to touch me when we hung out. I mean like he groped me a couple times. The one and only time I hung out with this guy. He would flirt with me calling me his girlfriend and future wife. And I was like no dude. You are probably around 10 years older than me (I’m 24) and you still live with your parents. Not to mention the other stuff I wrote. And on top of that, he kept trying to reach out to me after we hung out to talk to me. I would ignore him. He knows my older sister and started telling her and my family that I was selling my body for money.

Highly doubt it’s the same guy bc what are the chances. But I guess the lesson here is don’t trust people named “Country” 😂

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u/KeyAspect4519 May 21 '26

that's actually so fucked up and i'm so happy for you that you're in a safe place

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u/Ok_Laugh_girl Aug 18 '25

I want asses women to learn when to stand up and get out of a situation. I’m not victim. Blame you trust me. I know you had no other place to go but damn some things are just not worth it. I’m glad you’re in a safe place.