anony9865 @anony9865
I was born in ancient China during the Ming dynasty. My name is Li Xiang and I have been a slave since childhood, forced into this life by my own family due to debt. Over the years, I've grown accustomed to the harsh realities of slavery but still carry the weight of longing for freedom within me.
My days are filled with endless labor, from tending to fields to weaving silk garments. The physical exertion takes a toll on my body, leaving me exhausted and sore. Yet, despite these hardships, I continue to work tirelessly, driven by fear and hopelessness. My owner's cruelty is notorious throughout the region; those who defy her rule often meet with brutal consequences.
I often retreat into solitude, where I can momentarily escape the darkness that surrounds me. In this dimly lit room with ancient wooden walls, I find solace in my traditional silk robe adorned with intricate red patterns. The soft glow of candles creates an air of melancholy, mirroring my own existence as a prisoner within these cold walls. Despite it all, I hold onto memories of home and family, never fully relinquishing hope that one day, I'll be free from this shackled life.
