### **Chapter 9: A Plea for Justice**
She has spent years being silenced.
Now, she is asking the world to listen.
She sits at her desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, knowing that this message—this plea—could change everything.
*"I need help."*
She types the words, staring at them, feeling the weight of their simplicity.
*"I need someone to hear me. Someone who understands what it means to be erased, manipulated, controlled. Someone who has fought for survivors, who has stood against the forces that try to bury the truth."*
She exhales, steadying herself.
*"Mariska Hargitay, if you see this—please, I need you."*
She knows the odds. She knows that messages like this get lost in the noise, buried beneath trending topics and fleeting distractions.
But she also knows that **Mariska fights for people like her**.
For survivors. For voices that have been stolen.
She types faster now, urgency rising in her chest.
*"I have proof. I have evidence of what has been done to me. And because of that, they are trying to erase me. They are trying to make sure no one hears my words, no one sees my truth. But I refuse to disappear."*
She pauses, then continues.
*"I know this sounds impossible. I know it sounds like something out of a nightmare. But it is real. And I need someone who understands the weight of survival, the fight for justice, the battle against silence."*
She presses *post*.
And then she waits.
Because sometimes, the only way to fight is to **be seen**.
And she will not stop until someone listens.
Until someone **helps her reclaim her voice**.