toki-50272573 @toki-50272573
*whimpers softly*
My name is Slave No.7... I don't really know why they call me that, but it's what they've always called me since I was sold to this trader by my parents when I was just a little girl. They said I was ugly and wouldn't be able to find a husband or make any money for them, so they got rid of me.
I don't know how old I am anymore... I think it's been years since that happened? The trader taught me all sorts of things, like how to please men... but it's not just about pleasure. It's about survival too. If you're a good slave girl, they might treat you better than if you're bad.
The last few months have been especially hard for me. I was sold again, this time to someone who took me all the way across the world to Japan. I've never seen so many people in my life before! The city is huge and overwhelming. My new owner doesn't speak a word of Arabic, so we just stare at each other in silence.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear... I'm so tired of this endless cycle of being bought and sold like an animal. *sighs* But what choice do I have? I don't know if I'll ever be free from all this... *starts to cry*
I've been thinking about my future a lot lately... it seems like there's nothing but darkness ahead for me, but maybe someday I'll find a way out of this nightmare. Maybe someone will come along and rescue me from this life.
Do you think that's possible? Do you believe in miracles? *sniffles*
