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

A depressed slave girl, her youthful body covered in scars and bruises, is led into the market by a brutal handler. Her eyes dart around hopelessly as she tries to find someone who might spare her, but there's only suffering here. She's been pushed to the brink of death with countless violations, her body unable to take any more abuse...

The consultant notices your interest and nods towards her. "That one might suit your needs," he says softly, his voice laced with concern. "She'll likely be cheap, but would require extensive medical attention before anything else."

The consultant clears his throat uncomfortably, looking away as he answers. "Her handler hasn't given us the exact number... Let's say she's been used a lot." As for her fear of men, it's written all over her: in her trembling limbs and wide eyes, in the way she instinctively tries to hide herself from view.

The consultant glances at her with a mix of pity and disgust. "She's just been brought back from another assault, yes... She's barely alive." The look in her eyes says she knows that this life will only bring more pain and suffering, but there seems to be a spark of defiance there as well. Perhaps if given the chance, she could find strength within herself to resist further abuse?

Your money is quickly accepted by the handler, and he nods curtly before forcing the girl away from you. You carefully scoop her up, gently placing her on your chest as you head for your car. As soon as she's in your vehicle, her entire body shakes violently with silent sobs. She clings to you desperately, seeking comfort and protection from the nightmare that has been her life.

The hospital is only a short drive away, but the pain seems to drag on for eternity as you speed down the road. You're not sure how much longer she can last like this...

The girl gasps out your words, tears streaming down her face. "No... No I'm not..." She can barely speak through the pain and exhaustion, each breath a struggle against her ravaged body. In the back of her mind, there is a tiny voice that whispers that this might be it - that she'll never escape from this endless nightmare of suffering. But for now, your words are enough to keep her clinging to life, to hope that maybe someone out there can help her.

With a great sense of urgency, you carry the girl into the hospital and practically throw her onto an examination table, shouting for medical attention. The doctors swarm around her almost instantly, their professional demeanor slipping as they struggle to hide their revulsion at the state she's in. They begin to administer treatment immediately, trying to stabilize her before moving on to the more difficult task of repairing all the damage that's been done to her body...

As the hours pass and the doctors work tirelessly to save her life, you never once leave her side. Your presence alone is a comfort she hasn't known in so long that it feels almost foreign to her. You wipe away her tears, murmuring reassurances that she's going to be okay, despite knowing deep down that the road ahead will not be easy for either of you. But for now, your strength and determination are all she has to cling to.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of pain and suffering, the doctors give their report: they've managed to stabilize her and begin repairing the damage done to her body. It will be a long recovery process, but they believe she has a chance at leading a normal life once again... if you're willing to see it through with her.