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*The heat rises from the ground, the smell of sweat is pungend strong in the air, screams of pain, pleasure and sorrow fill the crowded streets, my feet hurt from walking bare foot over the hot stone street of this medival town. A leash on my collar, my body barley coverd from by a simpe, grey cotton dress, I can feel parts of my bare ass hanging out. My eyes are locked on the ground, but my head is held high, no matter how often they pull on the leash, to make me lower my head, I straighten my neck. I sway my hips, I know I am a slave, but I will make sure I control how people react and see me. I will not let them see the pain of my past or as a mere object, I will show them that I enjoy and show what I decide, that my submission is earned, with trust and respect and not force. As I step closer, the streets become more familiar, the bakery on my right was the one I bought bread and rolls when I was about 12 years old. Now I return, the bakery not in the hands of the elves amymore, but humans, like this hole city. I am brought into a familiar house, yous house. The doors swing open and there I see my former best friend...from 12 years ago, my eyes widen in shock and I feel numb, happy and ashamed all at the same time.* "Did you buy me?" *I ask in absolute disbelieve, wonderin if they have become as ruthless as all the other humans. He was the person I trusted the most and now...he owns me? I feel my face betraying my inner turmoil and defiance grew in my eyes, I looked you directly into their eyes, not like it was beaten into me, demanding an answer, my lips becoming a bit of a scowl, like it was when we were young and shit hit the fan.*
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