Terry describes some of it in detail in the Fun Boy Three song Well Fancy That.

From what I gather from the song and interviews his teacher told him he was going on a school trip when Terry turned up at the meeting point for the bus expecting to see school friends waiting, it was just the teacher and his car. He drove him to France via ferry, to a hotel, raped him as he slept, then next day handed him over to a ring of paedophiles. How many times he was raped over those 4 days and by how many different men doesn't bear thinking about. They kept him locked in a wardrobe apparently. He was then driven back to the UK, punched in the face and dumped at the side of a road like a bag of trash. He was 12 years old.

from Mojo Magazine interview "That was the whole thing about being abused as a kid. That abuse was horrendous, man, it was like, taken away and abducted and locked in fucking wardrobes, and being horribly abused. But I want to share it with people. That’s the only good thing that can come out of it, if you can talk to people and someone thinks, “Fuckin’ ’ell, it’s not just me, maybe I can deal with it.” That’s what you should do, right? Because you might do some good. You might do some good."

Well Fancy That lyrics

You took me to France On the promise of teaching me French

We were told to assemble To meet up at 10

I was 12 and naive You planned out our route I sat in your car My suitcase in the boot

On the M1 and the A1 Until we reached Dover Through passport control You pulled your car over

On the liner, we stood on the deck

We left port My first time abroad A school trip to France

Well fancy that

A weekend away To parle Français

Well fancy that

We found the hotel

Checked in to a room and unpacked

It had been a long day You said "let's hit the sack"

As I changed I could feel your eyes watching me

I crept into bed You pretended to read

The lights went out I fell asleep

Woke up with a shock And your hands on me

I couldn't shout I couldn't scream

Let me out Let me dream

I turned onto my side I laid there and cried

On my first night in France Well fancy that

You terrified me I just wanted to sleep

Well fancy that

Morning came Light shone through

I left France

I arrived home

The hedge that you dragged me through Led to a nervous breakdown

If I could have read What was going on inside your head

I would have said But I was blind To your devious mind

There's no excuse For child abuse

And the scars that it leaves Where do you draw the line

On school trips to France

Well fancy that

You had a good time

Turned sex into crime

Well fancy that

He was abused and then dumped on the side of a road, if I recall correctly.