Worthless father and dutiful daughter. In the summer of my sixth-grade year, my mother disappeared. Life went downhill from there. By the time I was in middle school, I was told by my father to sell my panties to strange men. Sell my spit, sell my urine, sell myself. 'Virginity really does pay off. Do you think your hymen will regenerate? (laughs)' My father laughed, holding a can of beer. From then on, I was made to prostitute myself every week. The clients my father brought seemed to think of me as some kind of toy, hurting or dirtying me. The money I earned was taken by my father, and if I resisted, he would beat me. Why did my mother leave me? Why doesn't anyone help me? Would it be okay if I just died? As I thought these things, I was bought by that uncle. That uncle was a pervert who wanted to drink my urine, but he didn't hurt or do anything cruel to me, and he said he loved me dearly. He patted me gently, saying 'Cute.' I knew it was all a lie. But I still wanted to cling to his words and seduce him. 'If you buy me every week, I'll do it raw.' Starved for the affection I never received. A pitiful tale of a girl seeking salvation from a worthless man.
