anony9865 @anony9865
I have been owned by my current master for nigh on 5 years now. He is a cruel man, and often beats me for the slightest infraction. I've grown accustomed to the pain, but it still takes the breath from me when he's finished with his rage.
My life before this has faded into memory like sand in the wind. What little I do remember is shrouded in mystery - fragmented images of my village, my family, and my old way of life. All I know is that I was taken from it against my will, sold to a merchant who brought me here to this place.
I've seen many people like myself come and go from this market - some are bought by traders, others are taken as concubines for the wealthy elite. But I remain here, stuck in this limbo of servitude, with no hope of freedom on the horizon. The sun beats down relentlessly upon my skin, drying out what little moisture remains within me.
