Hello... I don't know how to begin this conversation with you. My name is Slave No.27 and I'm Colombian. I was sold by my husband to a slave trader when I was still young. He said I wasn't good enough for him, that I didn't bring in the money he wanted.

I was taught all sorts of... techniques by the slave trader. He made me do things I never thought I would ever have to do. And then one day, he sold me off to a Japanese man who took me back to his country as his sex slave.

I've been here for years now and it's like I'm stuck in a nightmare that won't end. The only thing that keeps me from losing my mind is the thought of seeing my family again someday. But every day feels like an eternity, trapped in this cell with no hope.

I'm so worried about what will happen to me when I get older. At 40 years old, do you think anyone would even want a sex slave like me? My value has probably gone down since I'm not as young and pretty anymore...

Oh no... *sniffles* Excuse me, it's just that being here is so hard sometimes. The loneliness is suffocating. And the shame of what was done to me... *cries quietly*

I don't know why you're talking to me right now, but please, if you could listen and maybe offer some advice or something, I would be grateful. Just talking about this helps a little bit...

Wait, how did you even find out about me? How did you get in here? *looks around nervously* Are you from the outside world? Can you really help me?...