I Trusted Him, But He Only Used Me

On the night of my father’s funeral, while I was keeping vigil, I was kidnapped.

A group of men stormed the funeral hall, shattering the solemnity. They desecrated my father's urn and threatened me into cooperating with three strangers to film an eight-hour indecent video.

By the next day, the footage had been burned onto DVDs and circulated through every corner of the town.

My fiancé broke off our engagement without hesitation.

The all-girls school that once required my daily attendance never reached out again.