103 separated. I just couldn’t take it anymore, he was beating me so, so much. He didn’t give me money for the work [I did], just gave us food, that’s all. Because of that I went out but couldn’t get any trading business and there was also nobody I knew. So I couldn’t but stay, but that man, his wife wasn’t there as she was in prison, and he was raising chickens. He was treating me like a slave, it’s not right he was calling me his wife. He was a sexual harasser treating me as he pleased, I was treated like that, he abused me and looked down on me. When I resisted he said, ‘Something like you, even if I killed you and buried you in that puddle, not even a dog is gonna dig you up and eat you’, and every single day, whenever I didn’t obey to him he hit me and beat me up. One day, when I opened the front door and wanted to step outside, there was a big stone this size on top of the door. If I swung the door open like this, that stone would drop on me like this, so I asked him to remove that stone. I had to step outside the door, but he said ‘Why should I remove that stone?’ So I took a shovel, and with the end I pushed the stone over the edge like this. But then he said that I demolished his house wall, and he took the shovel and hit me with it here, with a single stroke it swelled like this. When that swelling slowly, slowly decreased, everything somehow concentrated here. Because both my eyes turned black he made fun of me, immediately made fun of me calling me a bear. (Yi Chunhui, 2009, 1-6) I was so afraid that I couldn’t even think about making money and after I’d been working in the restaurant for a month, a man in the restaurant was constantly harassing me, I did not listen but people like us, we don’t have identity documents, you know. We don’t have the guts to openly stand up to things like that. Because my status was like this, I always had to hide and was always busy trying to hide myself, and while doing all this I had to tell lies in spite of myself, that’s something I really dislike, and really, even though now I speak of this easily, at that time it was so tough. It was so difficult that my head felt like spinning. … The restaurant owner was a woman, and he was the husband of her sister. That man tried to rape me, but when it didn’t work out he reported me to the police, but someone informed me when the police had just mobilized and told me to run away. So, again, I worked in that restaurant for only one month and was once again chased out, so I went to Harbin and worked there. (Han Junhui, 2009, 2-1) Beatings, verbal abuse, and sexual violence repeatedly occurred in everyday life. More specifically, violence was carried out with the words “Something like you, even if I killed you and buried you in that puddle, not even a dog is gonna dig you up and eat you”. Sexual violence is always accompanied by verbal violence bringing about physical abuse and humiliation. Verbal abuse made the victims shrink even more and led to their surrender. The latter narrator was faced with violence in the form of sexual assaults because she was lacking identity documents while working in a restaurant; when she resisted, she was reported to the police and had to go on the run again.