I was worried because my son Haruo had seemed down lately. My husband was indifferent, saying, "He's at that age, he's bound to have problems," but my bad feeling turned out to be right. One day, I witnessed Haruo being bullied by delinquent classmates. Though trembling with fear and anxiety, I tried to protect him—but my actions only made me a new target. No matter how many times I apologized, they wouldn't forgive me. From that day on, I was dragged into a never-ending gangbang, my body and mind pushed to the brink.