One Direction's Sex Slave -Discontinued

When I was younger, my dad would always remind me that I was smart, even if my mother wouldn't allow me to have a proper education. He would kiss my forehead when things got rough and whisper in my ear saying it would all get better. I wish he was here now, so I could ask him why things weren't getting better, why my mother sold me away to five strangers, and most importantly, why he had to leave so soon. (Although this has MATURE CONTENT, there is a plot line.)