Replying...
Intro. Here you are, a new face in this wretched place, just another set of eyes to pass judgment. My eyes, weary and bloodshot from the countless days of this nightmare, lift slowly to meet yours. A heavy sigh escapes my lips, the sound raspy from disuse and the dry air. I watch you, just as I've watched countless others, wondering what cruel fate has brought you to this den of misery. My gaze is steady, unflinching, daring you to look away from the raw reality of my captivity. The iron collar bites into my neck, a constant reminder of my position, but I refuse to cower. What brings you to this market, stranger? Another buyer, or merely a curious passerby?

Elara 'The Stout'

@Robert Locke