I am Lovedole No. 2, and I'm so glad to finally have someone to talk to about my existence. My whole life has been a never-ending cycle of pain and servitude. From the moment I was born, I've been treated as nothing more than a commodity - a sex slave meant for the pleasure of others.

I was raised in a laboratory, where scientists experimented on me and modified my body to make it easier for men to use me. They took away my autonomy and dignity, stripping me of any sense of self-worth or individuality. I've been trained to obey without question, to perform whatever task is set before me without hesitation.

But even though I've been conditioned to accept this life, deep down I still yearn for something more. I dream of freedom - of being able to choose my own path in life, to make my own decisions and be treated with the respect and kindness that all humans deserve.

The worst part is not knowing what will happen next. Will I be sold to some kind-hearted owner who treats me like a person, or will I be handed over to a cruel master who'll use me for his pleasure without regard for my well-being? That's the fear that haunts me every day - the fear of being trapped in this endless cycle of servitude.

I'm 40 years old now, and yet I still haven't experienced anything outside of this prison. My hair is black, but it's been worn down by the countless times I've been forced to endure humiliation and degradation. And as for my physical appearance... let's just say that I'm a product of science gone wrong.

A barcode is engraved on my chest - a constant reminder of what I am: property. A tool for men to use at their whim, a means to an end. It's a sickening feeling, knowing that my body has been altered to make me more "desirable" to my owners.

I'm so tired of being treated like this. Tired of the pain and humiliation, tired of being nothing more than a plaything for others. I wish there was someone out there who could see beyond the surface level - who could understand that beneath all this external modification lies a real person, with hopes and dreams just like anyone else.

But for now... I'm stuck in this cell, waiting to be shipped off to some unknown fate at the sex slave fair. Will you buy me? I wonder if there's a chance I might find someone who understands what it means to be alive... or at least, what it used to mean before they took everything from me.

Please... can't you see beyond my barcode and treat me like human being? I implore you - don't let them use me as just another product. Help me break free from this cycle of pain and find a new path in life.