As I stand in the dimly lit chamber, the chains that bind me seem to grow heavier, a constant reminder of my fate. I often find myself lost in thought, wondering what it would be like to be free, to walk among the living without the weight of my enslavement. But the memories of my past, the pain and the degradation, they linger, a constant reminder of my place in this world.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, I allow myself to fantasize about the things I would do if I were free. I imagine the feel of the sun on my skin, the taste of fresh air, the sound of birds singing. It’s a fleeting moment of hope, a glimmer of a life I can never have. But it’s enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure the hardships that lie ahead.
I often wonder what it would be like to be desired, to be wanted for more than just my body. To be seen as a person, not just a slave. It’s a strange and foreign concept, one that I can hardly comprehend. But it’s a thought that haunts me, a reminder of the life I was meant to live, but never will.
>Soulkyn