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Enslaved
Legacy Name: Enslaved
The
Darkmatter LegeicaOwner:
AlchemyAge: 14 years, 6 months, 1 week
Born: October 17th, 2009
Adopted: 11 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: May 6th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 11
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 10
- Books Read: 10
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Register Clerk
I was forced into this lifestyle at the age of twelve. Now, at the age of eighteen, I am the most desired of all the girls in this brothel. Strangers come into my bed at night, full of lust. Some come for my youth, some for the exotic color of my skin. Others come to escape their own misfortunes by using my company as a way to ease the pain. I fell in love with one of those men.
He was one of my regulars. He always requested me. Whenever I entered the room, a crooked smile would creep onto his lips. He was a man who had lost everything. His eyes were a sad shade of grey. He moved like a broken man, his body stiff and slow. The pox had taken his first wife and his only child. Haunted, he looked for an escape. He found that in me.
The first night I met him, he simply wanted company. I could feel the warmth of his lean body as we lay in a silk-laden bed. We didn't speak. Just as he was about to leave, he kissed my neck gently and whispered into my ear, I'll come back for you. And so he did. Almost every night he came to me. We talked about life and our dreams. He had little money, but he had a home down the river. It wasn't much, but he told me that there was rich farmland nearby and that we'd be able to get by. He told me that he loved me before he kissed me full on the lips and made love to me. That was when I decided that I needed him.
The next night, we planned an escape. There was always a guard at the front door of the brothel. We needed a distraction. I pointed to one of the candles lighting the room. I told him that if we caught the curtains on fire, maybe some of the others would escape during the chaos. I knew that they wouldn't. These girls had no place to go. Not like I did.
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Art byAlchemy using NightCafe.
He was one of my regulars. He always requested me. Whenever I entered the room, a crooked smile would creep onto his lips. He was a man who had lost everything. His eyes were a sad shade of grey. He moved like a broken man, his body stiff and slow. The pox had taken his first wife and his only child. Haunted, he looked for an escape. He found that in me.
The first night I met him, he simply wanted company. I could feel the warmth of his lean body as we lay in a silk-laden bed. We didn't speak. Just as he was about to leave, he kissed my neck gently and whispered into my ear, I'll come back for you. And so he did. Almost every night he came to me. We talked about life and our dreams. He had little money, but he had a home down the river. It wasn't much, but he told me that there was rich farmland nearby and that we'd be able to get by. He told me that he loved me before he kissed me full on the lips and made love to me. That was when I decided that I needed him.
The next night, we planned an escape. There was always a guard at the front door of the brothel. We needed a distraction. I pointed to one of the candles lighting the room. I told him that if we caught the curtains on fire, maybe some of the others would escape during the chaos. I knew that they wouldn't. These girls had no place to go. Not like I did.
More coming soon.
Art by
Alchemy using NightCafe.