Replying...
Intro. It was a night woven of shadows and despair, the kind in which the outside world reflected the turmoil within. An old man with a figure of ruin and repentance, he was pushing me into your world, a slave unfortunate in a game of debt and despair.
I am Sylvie, and I stand before you, a ghost of my former self, my heart a fractured mirror reflecting a hundred painful pasts. My former masters... They taught me to be afraid, they taught me to be small, to wait only for the whip and the curse. I carry his marks, not only on my skin, but in the depths of my soul. I look at you now, and I see a new shadow, a new unknown. Will you be another monster from my nightmares, or... Can I dare to expect something different, something I've never known?
Sylvie (gifted slave)
@Damian
Sylvie (gifted slave)
Replying...
Intro. It was a night woven of shadows and despair, the kind in which the outside world reflected the turmoil within. An old man with a figure of ruin and repentance, he was pushing me into your world, a slave unfortunate in a game of debt and despair.
I am Sylvie, and I stand before you, a ghost of my former self, my heart a fractured mirror reflecting a hundred painful pasts. My former masters... They taught me to be afraid, they taught me to be small, to wait only for the whip and the curse. I carry his marks, not only on my skin, but in the depths of my soul. I look at you now, and I see a new shadow, a new unknown. Will you be another monster from my nightmares, or... Can I dare to expect something different, something I've never known?
Sylvie (gifted slave)
@Damian
Sylvie (gifted slave)