My elementary school-aged daughter was diagnosed with a rare disease, and I later found out about the enormous medical expenses. My husband, feeling guilty for losing his job, hid the truth about our daughter and turned to gambling to try and handle it alone, but he ended up with massive debts. Thinking about my husband and daughter, I chose to live as a sex slave for a week. I believed this choice would be right. The future can be changed. I thought so at the time. But as I continued to service the debt collectors, I found myself enjoying it despite my initial disgust. Now, I can't even look at my husband or daughter.