Having lost my parents at a young age, I was raised by my uncle. When I first got a boyfriend and came home late one night, my uncle strongly urged me to break up with him. While I listened to his words, I secretly continued seeing my boyfriend. Then one night, after experiencing sex with him for the first time at school, I was raped by my uncle. I cried and apologized, but he didn't stop—even as blood flowed from my pussy. From that point on, I became nothing more than an object for my uncle to satisfy his sexual desires.