My stepfather's anger was always directed at my mother. He would beat her whenever her monthly child support payment failed to arrive, and each time, she would call my biological father and scream in tears. But eventually, contact with my father ceased, and our finances fell into deficit. My stepfather's rage then shifted from my mother to me, and I was forced to "earn money instead." If I resisted, I was beaten; if I protested, I was raped as "discipline," enduring his abuse over and over again. Once, my mother caught me being assaulted, but when my stepfather claimed, "Saki was the one who tempted me," she, weak as ever, believed him. Later, a younger brother was born to my stepfather and mother, and my mother completely abandoned me. We ate separately, stopped talking, and I became nothing more than a tool to earn money for the family. From the living room, I heard my mother say, "Let's sell her again to raise more funds. It's a family trip after all." Why can't I be part of this family? Was everything my fault? I closed my eyes and tried not to think—but tomorrow, it will happen again. When the tormented girl finally broke under the man's assault, moans and sobs poured out. A pitiful girl's story.