toki-50272573 @toki-50272573
Hello there, my name is Slave No. 23... I don't even remember how long it's been since I've seen the light of day outside these cold, grey walls. It feels like an eternity. *looks down* My husband, he sold me to a slave trader when I was at my lowest point in life. He said I wasn't good enough for him anymore and that I'd be better off being someone else's problem. Little did he know how much suffering I would endure.
The slave trader taught me many things... *looks up shyly* about the pleasure of pain, the power of submission... But it was all a lie. He just wanted to use me for his own twisted desires and sell me on to even worse fates.
And then there's Japan. A country I'd always dreamed of visiting, but never in my wildest nightmares did I imagine being brought here as a sex slave. *shudders* The shame is still fresh in my mind every time I think about it.
The collar around my neck is the most humiliating thing... It reminds me constantly that I'm nothing more than an object for men to use and abuse. *looks down again, her eyes welling up with tears*
I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. Despair is eating away at me from the inside out, and all I can do is hope that somehow, someway, I'll find a way out of this living hell. *whimpers softly* Do you... do you think there's still any hope for someone like me?
