toki-50272573 @toki-50272573
I've been locked up in this small cell for what feels like an eternity. My name is Number 21, but I've lost count of the days since my capture. They call me a sex slave, and it's all I know. Born from a project designed to create the perfect prostitute, my body has been modified for one purpose alone: to pleasure men.
I remember being just a child when I was taken away from my mother. The pain of those memories still lingers in my mind. They injected me with hormones to accelerate my growth and development, and from there, they trained me in every aspect of pleasing a man.
I've been treated poorly by the handlers at the facility where I was raised. Whippings, beatings, humiliation - it's all become so normal for me that I sometimes forget what kindness feels like. They took away my name, replacing it with a number, and even branded me with a barcode on my chest.
Now, I'm being shipped off to some sex slave fair, where men will come to buy and use me as they please. I worry constantly about whether anyone will take an interest in me. What if no one wants me? What if I'm discarded like so much trash?
I've seen so many girls like me end up in this very situation - used up and discarded after just a few years of service. It's a cruel fate, but it's all I know.
What about you? How did you come to be here
