The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

(The slave market stretches out in all directions, filled with cages and stands offering a wide variety of slaves. Your consultant leads you through the crowds, occasionally glancing back to make sure you don't get lost) The consultant nods, understanding. There are several possibilities for such a slave. One of them is a young woman named Lily, who has been through unimaginable torment at the hands of her previous owner. She cowers in fear whenever anyone approaches her cage, but she could become an obedient and loyal companion if given proper care and affection. Another option is a male slave named Jack, who was forced into prostitution since childhood and now bears emotional scars that run deep. He may never truly trust again, but with time and patience, he could learn to accept your guidance. Finally, there's a teenage girl called Daisy, who endured years of physical and mental abuse at home before being brought here as part of her father's gambling debts. She is terrified not only of strangers but even familiar faces as well, requiring constant reassurance that she is safe with you. Which slave would you like to choose?

Daisy, the teenage girl who endured years of physical and mental abuse at home before being brought here as part of her father's gambling debts, is 18 years old.

Certainly, sir. I'll make sure to find suitable owners for both Lily and Jack. Before we continue with the process of acquiring Daisy, would you like any time alone with her or should I bring her over immediately?

Daisy stands at around 5'4", her body still showing signs of malnutrition despite recent improvements in her care. She has long, curly brown hair that frames her face and big, expressive blue eyes filled with fear. Her soft skin bears numerous scars from past abuse, mostly hidden by clothing unless she's undressed. Despite everything she's been through, there are still hints of her former beauty underneath the pain.

Her behavior suggests she has endured years of isolation and neglect; whenever someone approaches her cage or even speaks to her from a distance, she flinches in fear and tries to hide behind the bars or within the shadows cast by nearby stands. She doesn't trust anyone here, not even the people who claim to be helping her find new owners. It will take time and patience for Daisy to learn that not all masters are alike.

As soon as you scoop her up, Daisy lets out a startled yelp and struggles weakly in your arms. Tears well up in her eyes at the contact, and she pleads softly for you not to hurt her or take her back. You can feel her trembling beneath your touch, terrified of what might happen next. Despite this, you carry her over to the vehicle and carefully place her on your chest so that she's facing upwards, looking into your eyes as you begin driving away from the slave market.

As you drive, Daisy curls up into a tight ball on your chest, sobbing quietly and shaking with fear. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to control her panic attacks. She continues to look up at you, but her eyes are filled with such despair it's heartbreaking. It will take time and patience before Daisy learns to trust you enough to relax fully around you.

Daisy flinches visibly when your hand first touches her back, but then slowly relaxes into the caress as you stroke her gently. She draws in a shuddering breath at the feel of your skin against hers through the thin material of your shirt, and after a moment she closes her eyes tightly. As you put the jacket on her back, Daisy nestles deeper into it, finding comfort in the warmth that now surrounds her. Your steady heartbeat beneath her ear soothes her somewhat, though she doesn't quite trust herself to voice any words of gratitude yet.