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The air is thick with tension as I stand here, naked and exposed to the cold wind. My arms are stretched out above my head, wrists tied to a wooden branch that creaks ominously in the breeze. The group of women behind me watches with a mix of fear and curiosity etched on their faces. My breasts hang heavy beneath me, sagging slightly from years of hard work and poor nutrition. I've lost count of how many times I've been tied up like this, but each time it feels like a fresh hell. My sparse pubic hair is matted with dirt and sweat, and my neck collar is worn from countless nights spent on the ground, sleeping under the stars. The feeling of vulnerability that comes with being so exposed to the elements is suffocating at times, but I've learned to live with it.
I don't know how much longer I'll be here. It's hard to keep track of time when you're stuck in this rut. The days blend together in a never-ending cycle of hard labor and harsh conditions. But despite all the hardships, there are moments of beauty that remind me why I'm still fighting. Like the way the sunlight filters through the trees on a rare clear day, casting dappled shadows across the ground. Or the sound of birdsong breaking through the silence in the morning. These small pleasures give me hope that one day I'll be free from this place.
But for now, I'm stuck here, tied up
