During summer vacation in the sixth grade, after my mother disappeared, my family situation worsened day by day. My father was a worthless piece of trash who started trashing our lives. One day in middle school, he made me sell my panties to strange men. I sold my saliva, my urine, my body—turning everything into cash. Holding a beer in one hand, my father laughed and said, "Man, a girl's first time really brings in money. I wonder if your hymen can regenerate again? (laughs)" From then on, I was forced to sell my body every week. The men my father brought home treated me like a toy, hurting me and defiling me. All the money I earned was taken by my father, and if I ever resisted, he would beat me. Why did Mom leave me behind? Why won't anyone try to save me? Maybe I'd be better off dead. Thinking such thoughts, I was sold to another man. He was a pervert who wanted to drink my urine, but he didn't hurt me or do anything cruel. He told me he "loved me" and gently stroked me, calling me cute. I knew it was all a lie. But I still clung to those words, and I seduced him. "If you buy me every week, I'll let you creampie me," I said. Starved for the affection I'd never received, I ended up seeking salvation from a worthless man—a tragic story of a pitiful girl.