"Forget about your mother who abandoned you." Saying this, my daddy lays on top of me and swings his hips in a frenzy. Two years ago, my daddy failed in his business and was left with a lot of debt, and my mommy left home, saying she couldn't stand this kind of life. My daddy hated my mommy and forbade me from seeing her. Our lives didn't improve, and when he finally reached his limit, my daddy asked me to sell my body. He said it was natural for families to help each other out. He raped me, saying, "I'll teach you how to have your first time," and I, a coward, had no choice but to follow him while crying. When I was toyed with by the men and said, "I don't want to do it anymore," he hugged me and raped me again, saying, "You did well." At school, I was not allowed to join clubs or make friends, and I was forced to deal with my daddy and the customers every day. During these hellish days, black pus swelled up inside me. Maybe it would be easier if it burst and disappeared Itsuka. At that time, I received an email from my mommy asking me to run away from there and live with her. There was no apology for abandoning my family, but it was still a ray of hope for me. Today, the old man's hands are crawling all over my body. Another unwanted night begins. But if I can just endure it now, Itsuka, surely. When the girl who killed Kokoro for her family and simply endured succumbed to the man's relentless torture, gasps and sobs overflowed. This is the story of a pitiful girl.