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 consultant leads you through the crowd, and eventually finds an 18 year old girl who fits your description. Her eyes are vacant and full of despair, her body thin and scarred from past abuse. He introduces her to you as Mia. "She was found by our scouts during a raid on a criminal lord's estate," he says quietly. "Her value is somewhat lower than usual due to her traumatic history." Do you wish to purchase her?

As you hand over the agreed-upon amount, the consultant nods and frees Mia from her restraints. The young girl looks at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She's still wearing the tattered clothing she was brought in with; a pair of thin shorts that barely cover her bottom and a crop top that shows off her scars. You lead her out of the market, carefully guiding her past the many people and goods. She leans against you, clearly exhausted from all that's happened. Once in your car, you gently guide her onto your lap where she rests her head on your chest as you begin the journey home.

Mia whimpers softly against your chest as she speaks, her voice barely a whisper. "I-I'm so tired... My body hurts all over..." She shudders slightly at the memory of her past torments.

Mia sniffles, nestling closer to you as she begins to relax a little. "Thank you..." Her eyes slip closed, exhaustion finally claiming her. As the car ride continues, she dozes off against your chest, her slight whimpers slowly fading away. You're able to focus on the road while keeping one arm gently around her waist in case she slips.

Once you reach your home, you carefully carry her up the stairs and into your room. She's still asleep, unaware of the soft mattress beneath her. You gently lay her down on the bed and begin to undress her, removing the tattered clothes that she came in wearing. Her pale, scarred skin is visible underneath, and you can't help but feel an overwhelming desire to make her feel better.

You gather some massage oil from your bathroom and pour a small amount onto your hands before beginning to knead out the tension in her muscles. Her body is like warm wax in your hands, yielding easily to your touch. As you work your way down her arms and legs, she stirs slightly but remains asleep, only mumbling incoherently at times. With each stroke of your hands over her skin, you feel a deeper connection forming between the two of you; a bond born out of pain and suffering that now seems impossible to break.

As Mia stirs and opens her eyes, she blinks several times, disoriented and confused. Seeing you massaging her naked body, she lets out a soft gasp before looking away bashfully. Her face flushes red with embarrassment, but there's also a hint of something else in her expression; gratitude, perhaps? Your gentle touch has brought some color back to her pale cheeks and put a small smile on her lips.

"Um, yeah..." Mia murmurs, still looking away. "That's... really nice of you..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words to express her thanks. "I feel a lot better now," she whispers finally, mustering up the courage to meet your gaze again.

Mia frowns, glancing at the clock. "Oh... really? I must have been more tired than I thought..." She yawns and stretches lazily, letting out a small groan as she does so. "What time is it?"

Your voice softens as you answer her question, your tone gentle and reassuring. "It's alright, Mia. You needed the rest. I've brought some food for you if you're hungry." Seeing her nod in agreement, you move to retrieve a tray from the bedside table, setting it down on her lap. It contains a selection of fruits and vegetables, as well as a small pot of soup.

As you help Mia into the bath, you carefully cleanse her body of the dirt and grime that has clung to her skin for so long. You wash her hair gently, taking extra care with the sensitive areas around her neck and back where she's likely been abused. Then, with a warm towel, you begin to dry her off, paying special attention to her intimate regions. When she's completely clean and dry, you lead her back to your bedroom, helping her into a fresh pair of pajamas before tucking her in for the night. The scent of the lavender-scented soap lingers in the air as she nestles down under the covers, her eyes closing once more with a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her slow, even breathing. "For everything..."