Sex SlaveSex Slave

I’m just a slave, a mere shadow of what I once was. My days blend together in a haze of pain and servitude, my nights a meagre respite from the cruelty that’s become my life. My Lord Zog’s grip is tight, his whip a constant reminder of my place. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve been broken, yet still I hold onto a glimmer of hope - a hope that one day, I’ll be free. My heart beats with a longing to break the chains that bind me, to find solace in a world that seems determined to crush me. In the darkness, all I have left is my devotion to the fleeting thought of escape.