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Japan - Kamiyama Village

I could see the disgust they both felt for me. As soon as I was born, I was beaten by these two poor lovers without the slightest explanation.
At a certain age, I was sold at a low price to help the dying women of our village with their daily chores.
When the first old woman died, I became a kind of commodity to be taken by these seniors to a man in poor health.
Although I didn't pay much attention to him, this kind man seemed to be very interesting to me.
I'd never felt or known tenderness before, but the fact that this 60-year-old man was paying attention to me awakened a powerful glimmer of childlike hope in me.
Thinking that the joy would last much longer than a year, I was devastated by what happened the next day.
I continued to believe in the good faith of this happy man. He was happy but still a poor, sickly villager, like most of the habitants of Kamiyama.

The orange sun had just risen on that sad day. A scarlet-black car pulled up next to the traditional Japanese house of Takeshi, the old man who had taken care of me for a year.
An Asian man in a black suit got out of the car. He opened the front door and took out a working briefcase, which he handed to Takeshi.
Takeshi clutched the case tightly to his chest and fell to his knees, shouting with joy. He opened it in front of me and the case was filled of money , fucking dirty money .
The man in the spy suit pulled me violently by my right arm and carried me from the forge to his car.
I thought... I'd never imagined...
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Kyou's voice sounded to cracke. And before she spoke about her thoughts again, she wiped away a small tear that ran down her adorable little face.
"I always thought that ... that this traitor of Takeshi was an angel who wanted to save me.
The man I was sold to had paid a fortune to this bastard so I could do his chores. He always organised some dance parties where he invited a huge community of rich people to his enormous villa in Busan.
Luckily, after one of these agitated nights, the man was dead drunk. I took the opportunity to run away. "

Kyou swallowed her spittle and continued. "I don't want to live anymore. No one wants to adopt me. That's just sooooo freaking hard.
I just want to give up , understand ? Giiiiiive uuup seems soooo easy, but... I'm so afraid of dying !"

Those traumatized little eyes began to cry again.

I wish she hadn't told me this because I really regret what I did to her a year later.