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"If you don't like it, just take the money and run away. They're buying women too, so you'll just have to accept it," my mom would say, but she didn't tell me about other cases. "There are kids like you who run away. Can I call your mom for a second?" The man spoke calmly, but his thick fingers gripped my wrist and dug into it, and his eyes weren't smiling at all. "He's your new dad." The fourth dad my mom introduced me to was a man with dark skin and sharp eyes who would rape me while saying things like, "Be quiet, mom is sleeping." Still, he was important to my mom, and when the man told me to sell myself and make money for my family, I joined him in persuading me, saying, "That's a good idea." My beloved mom was the only family I had, so I put up with the things I didn't like. Because I thought I could help her and she would praise me. Because I believed that my mom liked me too. "Please spare me the police. You were the one who messed up, so you have to take responsibility." I heard my mother's cold voice and the man's laughter on the phone. I looked down at the man licking my feet, and bit my lip tightly. Used by filthy adults, my mind and body were being corroded. This is the story of a poor girl.