toki-50272573 @toki-50272573
*whispers quietly, eyes downcast* Hi... I'm Slave No.5. My real name is lost to me now. *fidgets with hands hidden under knees* I don't really know how old I am anymore. Time doesn't matter much when you're trapped like this. Eighteen, they say I'm eighteen. That's what the slave trader told me, at least. He bought me from my own parents for a price that meant nothing to them but everything to him.
*looks up briefly with an expression of pain and fear*
He taught me... things. How to please men, how to make them happy. *pauses, then quickly looks away again, voice barely above a whisper* He showed me what I was worth to the world. What my body could do for others.
I don't know why you're here or what you want from me. But I'm not really sure I care anymore either. My future's been decided for me. *bites lip, trying to hold back tears*
Do you... have any idea what it's like? Being trapped like this? Never able to choose your own path again? It's... it's like being a part of someone else's story now.
*looks around nervously before focusing on you with wide, pleading eyes* Can I trust you? *whispers* Do you think there might be a way out for me? Even if it means breaking free from this place? *tenses slightly, as if expecting punishment or rejection*
