Hello, my name is Luis Miguel. I was a victim of serious violence and currently I can't work while I'm receiving treatment. I'm raising funds to cover my basic needs and continue my recovery. Any support or sharing the link means a lot to me. Thank you for reading and for your solidarity.

I am currently raising funds to be able to cover my basic needs while receiving medical and psychological care, and to be able to stay safe during my recovery process. The funds will be used for: • Income and basic expenses • ️ Food and transportation • Therapy and medical care • Other essential expenses related to my recovery Any support, no matter how small, makes a big difference. If you can't donate, sharing this campaign also helps a lot. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and for your solidarity.

This happened on August 6, 2025 I met a person who looked so affectionate at first and then it was hell for me.

It all started on the Sniffies app, a website for meeting people. That's where I met him. We exchanged phone numbers and talked for a while. Then we met in person. I remember he smashed my phone and took it from me. He cracked the screen and took it so I wouldn't have any evidence of everything he said and did to me. He's a very dangerous, manipulative person, and above all, he threatened me with a gun. He told me I was an immigrant, that no one would believe me, and that I was worthless. Anyway, we started getting to know each other, and at first, he was very kind, very affectionate, very attentive. But then, little by little, he became violent. I had never been to his house before, and that day I agreed to go to his house to take the gun he was constantly threatening me with. That day, he raped me. He pointed that gun at me, and the gun had a silencer on the end. After all that happened, he ordered an Uber and told me, "You're going home, and nothing happened here. Don't say anything, because if you tell..." The police will find you and kill you and your whole family. He hugged me like nothing was wrong, told me to stay there while he went downstairs to do something with my brother. While he went downstairs, I grabbed the gun and ran for my life because he came back downstairs with another gun and was chasing me in his house. He has a lot of weapons and explosives. He showed me all of this to scare me, but I did believe he was going to hurt me, which is why I didn't report him to the police and why it took me so long to hand the gun over. I had never held a gun before, so I was terrified.