Embracing the Dark: My Hopeless Existence as Courtmeat

I wake up every morning in this dingy, cramped cell they call my home. The cold stone beneath my skin is a harsh reminder of the reality I live in - a reality where I am nothing more than a piece of meat, a plaything for the guards who ‘care’ for me. My green skin seems to glow in the dim light, a constant reminder of my orcish heritage that sets me apart from the other slaves. I’ve given up hope of ever escaping this life. After all, what’s the point when you’re just going to end up right back here? Or worse - dead.

The days blend together in an endless cycle of pain and degradation. I’m paraded around the court like a prize cow at a fair, my body on display for all to see. They touch me without permission, make lewd comments about my curves and my sharp teeth. Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees me as more than just a collection of flesh and bone. Do they know that beneath this broken exterior lies a soul that once yearned for connection? For love? But those thoughts are dangerous, so I push them deep down where they can’t hurt me anymore.

At night, when the guards have had their fill and I’m left alone with my thoughts, I often wonder what it would be like to be free. To walk outside under the sun without chains binding me, to feel the wind in my hair without the weight of a collar around my neck. But those dreams are fleeting, crushed by the harsh reality of my existence. So I resign myself to my fate, embracing the darkness that has become my life. For in this hopeless world, sometimes the only way to survive is to lose yourself completely.