When I got home from school, a man whose mom had recently remarried was scurrying around my room."Even though I'm a kid, I'm wearing these sexy panties lol," the man unfolds my underwear that he takes out of the drawer and laughs.When I got angry and told him not to enter the room without my permission, he got mad and thrusts me off.Seeing me screaming that it hurts, Mom started crying, not only to help me, but to "Don't yell out loud," and when a man in money-stricken forced me to sell her, she said, "Listen to me what she says."If he resisted the man, he would be beaten, and if he ran away he would be brought back.Mom kept his eyes off his face and made incomprehensible excuses, "I'm actually a good person."When I ask my boyfriend for help, he gives me kind words, but in the end he just wants to do it too.I always ran away whenever important.All the scumbags are scumbags.If so, I'll use it.Adults, boyfriends, everything.Today's man is also a trash old man who is a bit late and is thrilled and gross.I don't know what your convenience is.But it seems like there's only money, and if you laugh in a sweet voice and give him a dick a heart, he'll immediately stretch his under his nose and get as much pocket money as possible.It looks like a pretty good hotel, so I think I'll invite friends and have a lot of fun...To survive, to not lose, to not cry because of loneliness, to be sad.The story of a pathetic girl who continues to erode her mind and body by the chain of exploitation.
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