I am CST survivor but I am terrified to prosecute my parents

Hi, I am Bunny. I (20 F) am a child sex trafficking survivor. I was trafficked for 16 years (3-19). I would like to make it clear that I am 1 year safe when writing this but this is my story and I want to share it. My parents had me with plans to traffic me from the very start. I was sexually abused from 2 week until I was 3 by my father (he has confessed to this to me and my wife. My mom came from a rich family but considered odd from the start as she once told me and so did her parents that she had a odd like to incest. My father on the other hand was a straight up sadistic pedophile. My grandmother has told me that she has had to literally pull him off of his little sister. Anyways, by the time I turned three my parents started hosting parties where their friends would come over and touch me, the only rule was that they could not penetrate me as my father said my body was not ready for that. When I turned 5, that is when hell started. Penetration was now allowed and sometimes they would bring in male dogs to further the abuse. Eventually my parents divorced when I was six and we went to live in my moms parents house. My grandfather almost immediately started to molest me. When I was 7 my mother hosted a "wedding" to make me belong to my grandfather. Then when I was 9 mom got a new boyfriend and we moved out just down the street from my grandparents. This new boyfriend ended up being horrifically physically abusive and due to the marks left on me, he was jailed. Sadly my family was not as I had yet to figure out what was happening to me was wrong. As my mother went through 13 boyfriends after that in the span of one year, I was still being trafficked for money. Then one day my mom told us she met the one. We will call this man... Scum. Scum was on the sex offender registry and my mom knew this. He was on there because he inappropriately exposed himself to children. When she met Scum she convinced him to come to our state. I found out Scum was also related to the ex bf that was jailed due to physically abusing me. Soon we lived with him for 2 years in our state. Now I fell in love with Scum, mostly cause my mom told me it was okay and I didnt know what love was. I also had my period early and Scum ended up molesting me to the point of getting pregnant. My mom knew i was struggling with eating disorders (was getting therapy for it) and ended up telling the school when they raised questions that I was just gaining weight due to binge eating. I ended up having my baby on November 8, 2016 fatherand that was also the say he died. My father flew in as he was an army medic and he told my mom he was more than qualified to deliver a baby. Everything went smoothly until my father said it was a boy and told Scum to kill it. I can't remember much past that except how i felt. Then once i healed I had another pregnancy, my mother and I found out we were both pregnant on the same day. And On December 17, 2017... My beautiful baby girl was born. The delivery was like last time except my father told us we could keep it. then on the 29 my sister was born. Soon then my family moved to Scums state. He said he couldn't find good work in ours as it didn't cater well to sex offenders. So we moved a long 13 hr drive broke apart in 3 days. We moved across the street from his father who smelled like cat pee. Within the first few weeks of going to school I made a friend and soon grew to know her mother who we will just call Nanny. Nanny was a sweet old woman and eventually took care of my daughter. For three years I was trafficked and thrown into mental hospitals... Then at 14 I realized what had happened to me was wrong. I began to file reports but no one would take me seriously. I remember my mother coaching my brother and I before CPS showed up. I remember my mom threatening my life if i said anything and threatening my daughters. eventually we made it to the point where i was thrown into foster care for 6 months due to to the fact that i threatend my mother that i would kill her. when I got out my mom got custody of me again because by this time i didnt believe myself. I had been called delusional so much by my family and by my doctors that I didn't know what to believe. I turned 16 and found out I was pregnant again with twins, but was convinced by my mother that I must be delusional again. Then a week before school let out during my 10th grade year my daughter was murdered. I was giving her a bath when my mother started to beat me because I didn't serve her before tending to my child. During this process which lasted about 15 minutes, mother dragged me out of the restroom and my daughter was alone. The only thing i remember after the struggle was trying to do cpr and sobbing because it was too late... I left after that. I managed to find my dad on facebook and assumed that since he and been out of my life for so long he had changed especially since he had a new family now. I told him about mom and eventually moved in with him, moving back down to the original state i was in. I only remember bits and pieces of the year that I stayed with him. But it was probably the worst year of my life. By the time I got out I felt devoid of emotion. I felt... empty and worthless. Sometime later, my father would admit via discord messages that he managed to sell me to over 1000 men and women for their own use. I was abused by animals and humans... I was cut open and whipped. But in the end I told no one... Until I met my wife. I went to a homeless shelter after walking 11 hours in the blistering July sun. I left at 4:32 am. I stayed for three months. Hiding indoors, scared he would find me. I was 17 but lied that I was 19 running from a domestic situation and that is why i didnt have any identifications on me. After three months I moved in with my moms parents. I met my wife... My wife started noticing my memory was shit but we blamed it on the trauma until 2 years of me living there that I had a flashback of my grandparents trafficking me at their rv campground they stay at during the winter. Then we found out that I was going to be sold back to my dad's for 142,000 dollars.. obviously we had to make sure that didnt happen. then on my wife's 18th birthday, i escaped again. Her parents bought me a plane ticket and I was shipped too a safehouse where everything went to shit. I left there and this past year has been a doozy. As I am writing this, friday I have a interview with another safehouse that i have been on a waitlist for. I hope to get accepted to this one so i can get some help... maybe even legally but i am so scared. I am worried that they have connections that will come after me.... but i suppose I am overthinking it. thank you for listening to my story. I hope that if you or someone you know out there is going through any of this, please seek help. It is out there.