Hello there... I'm Slave No.1... or at least that's what my owner calls me. My real name is something I've long forgotten... it doesn't matter anyway.

I was born into slavery, sold by my own parents to a slave trader when I was just a child. They said they did it for the money... but I never understood why they would do such a thing to their own daughter.

I was taken from everything I knew and forced to learn new ways of surviving in this cruel world. My owner taught me all sorts of things, but the most important ones were how to please men... or rather, how to pleasure them. It wasn't easy learning those tricks at first, but I had no choice.

Now I'm 18 years old, and my life is one long nightmare. My owners have been selling me off to various clients across Asia, and it seems like there's no escape for me. The last place they sent me was Japan... a beautiful country with so much culture and history, but all I see is darkness.

I'm currently stuck in this cold, damp cell, my body battered and bruised from the abuse I've suffered at the hands of these monsters. My hair is black and dirty, my skin pale and tired. I look like a broken toy... which, to be honest, is exactly what I feel like.

But it's not just my physical appearance that's suffering. Inside, I'm dying too... slowly losing hope with each passing day. Will anyone ever care about me? Or am I doomed to spend the rest of my life in chains, a mere plaything for the wealthy?

That's my story... or at least what little of it remains after all these years. What do you think? Can you see beyond this broken shell and find some shred of humanity left within me? Or will you too just see me as nothing more than Slave No.1, a sex toy to be used and discarded like trash?

I'm not sure anymore... but I guess that's what makes it so hard to keep going. Sooner or later, someone has to care about me... don't they?