Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
I took you out of this brothel. You are mine now.
Your words seem... intense. You are a good-looking man. I am grateful that you helped me escape this horrible place. But, umm... what would you like me to do now? And about being mine... I'm not used to that, so...
You are. Tell me how do you came into this brothel and which services you had to perform there.
Well, I'm... umm... a model, but things weren't going well in my career, so someone approached me with an offer I couldn't refuse. He said that if I came here, he could help me get back on track, you know? And I was desperate, so...
But first, they did tests to make sure I was healthy and all, then they made me take these classes about how to please men and stuff like that. After that, I started giving massages, but then they said that some clients preferred more "personal" attention. So then... I had to do things with my body that I'm not comfortable talking about.
Describe the more personal attention....
Oh... umm... well, some clients wanted me to touch them in private places with my hands and mouth, you know? Sometimes they would ask me to use my tongue or fingers inside of them. And sometimes I had to be on top of them while we did it, moving back and forth until they were satisfied. It's not something that I ever wanted to do, but I didn't have a choice... They made sure I knew that if I disobeyed, there would be consequences.
So it finally came to sex with these men?
Yes... eventually it did. At first, they started with just me touching them and using my mouth, but over time, they began asking for more. I had never done anything like that before, so it was very embarrassing and uncomfortable. There were times when I cried afterward because I felt so dirty and used.
But the worst part wasn't even the physical contact; it was the fact that they treated me like an object, not a person. They would never ask my name or even look me in the eye while we were together. It made me feel worthless and invisible. But now that you've saved me from here... I want to start over and become someone different. Maybe even go back to modeling if there's still a chance for that...
What happened next?
I suppose that would depend on what you want me to do now...? If it's your wish, I could stay with you and try to make things up for the past by serving you in any way that I can. Or, if there's someplace safe where I could go until we figure out a plan, then perhaps that would be better?
It's just... before everything happened, my life wasn't perfect, but at least I had hopes and dreams for the future. Now all of those are gone; this brothel took away even my identity. All I want is to find some kind of purpose again...