A scum dad and a dutiful daughter. My mother disappeared during the summer vacation of my sixth year of elementary school. My life went downhill like a rollercoaster. When I entered middle school, my father told me to sell my underwear to a man I didn't know. I sold my saliva, my pee, and myself. "I guess virginity really does make money. I wonder if your hymen will grow back again (lol)." My father laughs, holding a can of beer in his hand. From then on, I was made to prostitute myself every week. The customers my father brought home seemed to treat me like a toy or something, so they hurt me and made me dirty. My father took the money I was given, and if I disobeyed he would beat me. Why had my mother left me? Why wouldn't anyone help me? Would it be okay if I died? While I was thinking about these things, that old man bought me. The old man was a pervert who wanted to drink my pee, but he didn't do anything painful or cruel, and he said he loved me. He stroked me and said I was cute. I knew it was all a lie. Still, I wanted to cling to those words, so I seduced the old man. "If you buy me every week, I'll do it raw." A story about a pitiful girl who was starved for the love she was denied, and turned to a scumbag man for help.