After each time, I'd just think wearily, "I survived another day."

This hell-like existence seemed endless.

Maybe only death would bring release...

I was just existing, like a walking shell of a person.

This day, I was pushed out to serve guests again.

I lay like a numb doll, with a dull look under the other person's fat body. The other person was riding on me and pinching my neck with his hands.

My eyes rolled ...