when i came home from school, the man my mom recently remarried was rummaging through my room. "even though you're a kid, you're wearing such erotic underwear w" the man laughs as he spreads out my underwear that he took out of the drawer. when i get angry at him for entering my room without permission, he gets angry in reverse and pushes me away. seeing me screaming in pain, my mom doesn't help me, but starts crying and says "don't make a loud noise", and eventually, when the man who is short on money starts forcing me to have sex, she says "please listen to what that person says". if i resist the man, i get hit, and even if i run away, i'm brought back. my mom keeps looking away and makes a meaningless excuse, saying "he's actually a good person". when i ask my boyfriend for help, he does give me kind words, but in the end, he just wants to do it too. he always runs away when it really matters. they're all trash, trash, trash, trash. if that's the case, i'll use them. adults, boyfriends, everything. even the old man i'm with today is a noisy, trashy old man who gets angry just for being a little late. i don't care about your convenience. but he seems to have money, and if i smile at him with a sweet voice and make his dick feel good, i think i can get as much pocket money as i want right away. it seems like a pretty good hotel, so maybe i'll call my friends and have a lot of fun... a story of a pitiful girl whose heart and body have been eroded by a chain of exploitation in order to survive, in order not to lose, in order not to cry from loneliness and pain.
WAAP
