“Mom, you don’t have to do this just because he said so. I am your son; yes, I have been a victim of my father’s assaults so many times, but I cannot sleep with you. You birthed me.” The woman sat on top of the bed, crying. She felt empty. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She had been forced into this lifestyle, but she never wanted it. Her son wiped her tears and then covered her.

“You know he’s going to punish us if he finds out nothing happened in this room.” The woman said this as tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t want to...