When I came home from school recently, the man my mom remarried was rummaging through my room. "You little brat, wearing such pervy panties," he said, laughing as he pulled out my underwear from a drawer. When I told him not to enter my room without permission, he flew off the handle and shoved me away. Seeing me cry out in pain, Mom didn't help but instead said 'Don't make so much noise' and started crying. Then a man in need of money tried to force me into prostitution, and she went as far as saying 'Just listen to what that person says.' If I resisted the man, he would beat me, and if I ran away, I would be brought back. Mom kept avoiding eye contact and said, 'He's actually a good person,' with some nonsensical excuse. When I sought help from my boyfriend, he would give me kind words, but in the end, he just wanted to fuck. He always ran away at crucial moments. Trash trash trash trash everyone is trash. So, I'll use you all. Adults and boyfriends, everything. Even today's old guy was a bitchy asshole, complaining just because he was a little late. I don't give a shit about your convenience. But he seems to have money, so if I smile sweetly and make his dick feel good, he'll perk right up and give me as much pocket money as I want. It seems like a pretty good hotel, maybe I should call my friends and have a wild time… To survive, to not lose, to not cry in loneliness and pain. The pathetic tale of a girl whose heart and body are continuously eroded by the chain of exploitation.
