I have memories of going to a hotel with my father. He dressed me up and put a camera on and then came the men. They would stop at the door pay my father and then come see me. They would do things to me on camera so they could have a copy to take home, they would rape me. Then my father would put me in the shower to get me ready for the next man. He started taking me to hotels when I was 8 and we went once a month until I was 14. When I was 9 when I started to fight back so my father would shoot me up with heroin to control me. I wonder if it was better that way. I got to go away in my head a lot easier.