DFE-103 Supported by My Daughter. Hinako Seto

When I came home from school, the man my mom had recently remarried was rummaging through my room. He laughed as he held up my underwear from the drawer, saying I was just a kid and still wearing stuff like that.

When I told him not to come into my room without permission, he got angry and shoved me. As I cried out in pain, my mom didn’t help me at all. Instead, she started crying and told me not to make a scene. Before long, when the man ran into money trouble, he tried to force me into doing things I didn’t want to do, and my mom even said, Just do what he says.

If I resisted him, he would hit me. If I ran away, he would drag me back. My mom kept looking away and making meaningless excuses, saying he was really a good person. When I asked my boyfriend for help, he gave me kind words, but in the end he only wanted something from me too. Whenever it really mattered, he always ran away.

Trash, trash, trash, trash. Everyone was trash.

If that’s how it is, then I’ll use them instead. Adults, my boyfriend, everything. Even the older man I’m meeting today is just another annoying jerk, complaining because I was a little late. I don’t care about his convenience. But he probably has money, and if I smile sweetly and flatter him, he’ll be easy to manipulate and I can get as much spending money as I want.

This hotel is pretty nice too. Maybe I should invite my friends and have some real fun here…

To survive. To not lose. So I won’t be alone, suffering and crying. The story of a pitiful girl whose heart and body were slowly worn down by an endless cycle of exploitation.