I happened to see something I shouldn't have seen, and had to become a man's plaything in order to save others...
Plaything, what an ironic word! !
What does the plaything have to lose? Self-esteem? Trust? Or... Love?
People can lose everything but they cannot lose their dignity. When everything about you is ruthlessly stepped on by a man, should you continue to uphold your dignity and give up everything? Or give up all your dignity in order to protect the only one in your life?
What if the love I've felt all along is just false, just a man's naked conquest game? How should we face it?
When I kneel in front of you and say I love you, will you accept a dirty plaything like me?
Or did I lose everything the moment I became a plaything?