"Go to school! Study more and become respectable!" On that moving day with my mother... I started working at a delivery health service to earn tuition. By chance, I reunited with my former teacher. He didn't seem to recognize me as he happily played with the hemp rope he had prepared himself... "You've grown up nicely," he said, and by then I was already unable to move. Prohibited insertions and the use of unfamiliar instruments. The more I resisted, the tighter the ropes cut into my flesh, making it even harder to move. My former homeroom teacher was very intense, and gradually, I started to feel it too...
