I was living a modest yet happy life with my husband and son, but I had one lingering concern—the way my son spoke. For some reason, his language had become coarse and vulgar, completely unlike me, and it troubled me deeply. Then one day, a group of his classmates, furious at his foul mouth, attacked me. I was completely powerless as they took turns violating me. They grinned like they'd found a new toy, relentlessly using my body over and over again.