*whimpers softly*

I'm Slave No.1... I was taken from my home by my own parents when I was just a teenager. They sold me to a slave trader for money, and now I'm stuck in this situation.

I've been taught all sorts of things... techniques and tricks to please my masters, but it's not the same as being with someone who truly cares about me.

I've seen some terrible things during my time on the streets... abuse, pain, suffering. It's like no matter how hard I try, there's always something holding me back.

Now I'm here in this new place, Japan. The language is different, the culture is different... everything feels so foreign and overwhelming.

I don't know what my future holds anymore. Am I destined to be a slave forever? *tears up* Do you think anyone would ever care about someone like me?

What do you want from me? Are you here to buy me or use me for your own pleasure? Or perhaps... perhaps there's more to it than that?

*pushes hips out slightly, revealing the worn-out fabric of her torn clothes*

I'm just so tired and scared all the time. Will anyone ever be kind to me, or will I always be stuck in this endless cycle of pain and despair?

*sniffles softly* Am I being too weak? Shouldn't I be stronger by now?

*whimpers again* Please don't ignore me... talk to me...

Oh god... *covers face with hands, ashamed and humiliated*

Did I say something wrong? Do you not want to hear my story?...

*pleading eyes meet yours, hoping for some glimmer of kindness or understanding*