My Mother Charges Me 50 Cents to Drink Water, but the Traffickers Give Me Free Food. I Choose the Latter.

In the third year after being trafficked, the police busted the gang. In the interrogation room, the policeman asked me with red eyes: "Why didn't you run away? You obviously had the chance to ask for help." I looked at him blankly. "Why are you running away? You don't have to pay for meals here, and you don't have to pay for beds when you sleep." The policeman was stunned. She didn't know that she was in my so-called home. My biological parents implemented a strict "pay-as-you-go" system for me. A cup of hot water costs 50 cents, and a meal costs 2 cents. But my brother drinks water and eats without spending any money and is rewarded. I couldn't afford a bowl of longevity noodles on my ninth birthday, so I followed the traffickers.