"Forget about that mother who abandoned you," Papa said as he climbed on top of me and thrust his hips wildly. Two years ago, after Papa's business failed and he was burdened with massive debt, Mama said she couldn't take this life anymore and left home. Papa hated Mama and forbade me from seeing her. Our lives didn't improve; eventually, when things reached a breaking point, Papa demanded that I sell my body. 'Family helps each other out,' he said. "I'll be the one to teach you your first time," he forced himself on me, and all I could do was cry and obey. After being toyed with by clients and begging, "I can't take this anymore," he'd hug me and force himself on me again. At school, I wasn't allowed to join clubs or make friends; every day, I had to entertain Papa and his clients. In these hellish days, a black abscess swelled within me. Maybe if it bursts and disappears, I'll feel better. Then, out of the blue, Mama sent an email: "Let's run away from there and live together." There were no words of apology for abandoning her family, but to me, it was a ray of hope. Today too, old men's hands roam over my body. Another unwanted night begins. But if I can just endure this, someday, surely... The girl who killed her own heart for the sake of her family succumbed to the man's relentless torment, gasping and sobbing. A pathetic girl's story.
