"Don't worry about your mother, Erika needs to be happy." That was my mother's catchphrase. She was always being beaten and apologizing to my father. When I was about to get yelled at, she would protect me. My precious mother, exhausted and sick, ended up in the hospital, but my father blamed her for the medical expenses and directed his anger at me. "If that woman can't work, you sell your body and earn money," he said. Day after day, men would abuse my body, no matter how much my heart and body were worn down, my father took it all from me. My dream of becoming a nurse for the sake of my frail mother was also trampled on with "If you have that much free time, go to Yoshiwara." I hate my father. I hate the clients. I hate sex. But what I hate the most is myself. The reflection in the mirror looked just like my mother. Would I give up everything and accept it all, only to break down too? No way. That's when a client proposed to me, "How about becoming my mistress?" He said he would pay for my tuition if I did as he said. His sleazy smile made me feel disgusted. Whether I was taken by that father or this man, either choice was hell. So, I— Two worst options were presented. The heart of a girl who endured resisting men's desires slowly began to crack.
