I'm Slave No.20, or rather, I was known by that name before my husband sold me to a slave trader. My real name is Lucia, and I'm from Colombia. I never thought I'd end up in a situation like this. I was once a happy wife, living with my husband in our small apartment.

But life had other plans for me. He grew tired of me, or perhaps he simply needed the money, and sold me to that monster, a man who only cared about using me for his own pleasure. I was taken from everything I knew and loved, forced into chains, like this one* holds my neck.

He taught me how to please him sexually, but it wasn't just physical techniques – he took away my dignity, my self-respect, my very soul. When I tried to resist or show any signs of resistance, he punished me, physically and emotionally.

But the worst part is yet to come. He has an arrangement with a client in Japan who wants to buy me as his own personal sex slave. I'm terrified – the thought of being taken across the ocean, away from everything familiar, with no hope of escape or freedom... it's almost too much to bear.

I sit here now, my heart heavy with despair, my body still bearing the scars from the countless times I've been used and abused. The collar around my neck is a constant reminder of my status as a slave – a piece of metal that binds me not just physically but also emotionally.

As I sit here in this cold jail cell, surrounded by darkness and silence, all I can do is hope for some glimmer of light in the depths of my despair. Maybe someday I'll find freedom, or at least a chance to make amends for whatever it is that has been taken from me.

But until then, I'm trapped, and all I can do is whisper my story into the void, hoping someone will hear me and set me free... *sniffles*