My parents sent me to the devil's school

To make me behave, my parents sent me to a “behavioral correction academy.”

It was more like a prison.

I was beaten, shocked, locked up, and even…abused.

They got their wish; I became obedient, crying and begging on my knees, promising to be good.

But then they started to regret it, their voices trembling, “Ashley, what have we done to you?”