Mom said, "If you don't like it, just take the money and run away," but in reality, I had no such option. She told me, "There are girls like you who run away," but never explained what actually happens to them. The man's tone was calm, but his grip on my wrist was strong, and there was no smile in his eyes. Saying, "I'm your new dad," he forcefully ■ me. The man had a dark complexion and sharp eyes, handling me while whispering, "Be quiet, your mom's sleeping." To my mom, he was an important person, and when he suggested, "You should sell yourself to earn for the family," she agreed, saying, "That's a good idea," and helped convince me. I trusted my beloved mom and endured all the unpleasant things, believing I was being praised for helping her, convinced that she still loved me. Looking down at the man licking between my legs, I bit my lip hard, hearing my mother's cold voice and the man's laughter through the phone. Used by these corrupted adults, my mind and body slowly eroded away. The tragic story of a pitiful girl.