The stepfather bound by obligation and the dutiful daughter. 'With this, we can eat something good,' the stepfather said as he carefully tucked away the envelope he had received into his pocket with a smile. In one of the hotel rooms I was taken to, there was a middle-aged man with a suspicious look in his eyes waiting for me. 'Just endure it for a few hours and you'll get plenty of thanks. Isn't this a great gig, huh?' Though my stepfather's words held no conviction—he didn't work and only gambled—I couldn't think of any other good way to support the family. This way, every few months, I would take turns with my sister being taken by unknown men. I don't feel anything; it's over once he ejaculates. I could go home, take a bath, and forget everything. That's how I resigned myself to this reality.—But today, just today, I didn't want to. The boy from my class whom I've always liked invited me out to play. I wanted to experience youth and have sweet love too. 'I'd like to go home early today,' I asked tentatively. My words were dismissed with a laugh: 'No way, we're doing it until I'm satisfied.' He pressed himself onto me. His breath reeked of filth. The girl who killed her heart for the sake of her family and endured the passage of time succumbed to the man's relentless torment, gasping and crying. A pathetic tale of a pitiful girl used by worthless adults.
