Here I am.

Here I am. No, not exactly I. It is just my body, which is working here. My Mind is by my father, my mother and my sister. They need my help. So here I am.
Here I am, working in excrement for a man, who is paedophile. When he is staring at me while I am working, I could puke. I wish I could say "Hey Mister, you can´t blackmail me anymore. I don´t need your money, you  paedophile!" But I cannot. My family needs the money, they are thinking I am working in a restaurant. A restaurant, what a wonderful life would that be!
But no, here I am.
"You are looking so beautyful today, my love." Oh no, he is here. I do not want to be here. But I need the money. Answer!
"Thank You." "Do you need help, my dear?" I know his help. After his help I am feeling dirty and my body hurts. What can I answer?
"No, thank you. I´m quite finished." He is staring at my. He is coming up to me. What did I wrong? Oh!
"Oh, I mean. No, thank You Boss! May I help You?" You Ass! He stops coming up to me. A good sign. 
"Oh, yes, my darling. You really can help me. See, in my right trouser pocket I have 50 dollars. I want to give it to you, but, you know..." He stops talking but now he is looking at me with that only look I really hate.  
Here I am. No, not exactly I. It is just my body, which is standing here. My mind is by my father, my mother and my sister. They need my help. So my body is going to the monster and my mind is by my family. For a short moment I hope the monster will be finished fast and at the next moment I hope my family will never know about my "restaurant job".