When I came home from school, the man my mom recently remarried was rummaging through my room. “You’re just a kid, but you’re wearing such sexy panties lol” The man laughed as he spread out my underwear that he had taken out of the drawer. When I got angry at him for entering my room without permission, he got angry and pushed me away. Seeing me screaming in pain, my mom didn’t help me, instead she started crying and said “Don’t yell”, and when the man, who was in financial trouble, tried to force me to sell, she said “Listen to what he says”. If I resisted the man, he would hit me, and if I ran away, he would bring me back. My mom looked away and made some meaningless excuse that “he’s actually a good person”. When I asked my boyfriend for help, he would say kind things to me, but in the end, he just wanted to have sex too. He always ran away when it mattered. Everyone is trash, trash, trash, trash. So I’ll use him. Adults, boyfriends, everything. The guy I’m with today is a trash old man who gets annoyed if I’m a little late. He doesn’t care about your circumstances. But he seems to have money, and if I smile at him with a sweet voice and make his dick feel good, I’m sure I’ll get as much pocket money as I want. It seems like a pretty nice hotel, so I think I’ll invite my friends over and have a blast… To survive, to not lose, to not cry from loneliness and pain. This is the story of a poor girl whose mind and body have been eroded by the cycle of exploitation.