My life had been mapped out for me a long time ago. Ever since the day I was ripped away from my mother and the only life I knew and thrown into the depths of hell. There was no one to care about my screams then, no one to shield and protect me from the horror of having my eight-year-old body violated by grown men and women.

Now it’s too late. So whatever goodwill bullsh*t they were on is totally lost on me. I don’t need saving, and I definitely don’t need ...