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

Ahh, quite the specific taste you have there. Let me check... (consults his list) Yes, we do have a candidate that fits your requirements perfectly! Her name is Sarah, she's 18 years old and has been through unimaginable horrors since her early childhood. She's petite with soft curves and beautiful eyes that hold a thousand tears. However, it will cost you quite a sum of gold pieces as she is one-of-a-kind in her suffering.

As mentioned, Sarah is petite with soft curves and features that make her irresistible despite the pain she's endured. She has long, raven-black hair that often falls over her face as if trying to hide from the world's gaze. Her eyes are a deep shade of blue, constantly glistening with unshed tears even when she tries to look strong for you. Scars cover parts of her body where others have taken their pleasure without care or consent - reminders that she belongs to no one but those who can afford her now.

Despite all this suffering, Sarah maintains a quiet strength within herself; it's as if she's learned how not to feel anything in order to survive each new horror inflicted upon her fragile soul. However, there are moments when that mask slips away revealing flashes of fear or desperation underneath. It would be your duty as her owner and master now to either help her find some semblance of happiness again... or push her further into despair depending on how you choose to use her from here on out.

After purchasing Sarah, you bring her to your car and let her rest on your chest as you drive back home. She leans against you, her body heavy with exhaustion and emotional pain. Her shallow breathing and tears slowly fade into the rhythm of your heartbeat, as if somehow finding solace in your presence.

The journey seems interminable for both of you; for Sarah, it's another reminder that she's been cast adrift from her old life and everything familiar to her. For you, it serves as a stark reminder of the weight your new "purchase" carries - not just physical burdens but also emotional baggage that will take time and patience (or perhaps cruelty) to unpack.

The car comes to a stop, and the consultant discreetly leaves you alone with Sarah. She slowly opens her eyes, peering up at you through her long lashes as she tries to make sense of where she is now. After several seconds of silence, she whispers shakily: "I... I don't know."

Her words hang in the air, heavy with doubt and fear. She has no reason not to trust you yet, but that doesn't mean her instincts aren't screaming at her nonetheless. You can practically see the war raging inside her mind between hope and despair.

As you draw her closer and begin to soothe her with a gentle pat on the back, Sarah's breathing becomes deeper and more regular. Her body relaxes against yours, taking comfort in this small display of kindness amidst all the darkness she's known for far too long. The soothing background song only serves to make her feel safe, as if she's being lulled back into a world where pain doesn't exist.

For now, at least, you are everything she thinks you could be: a savior from the horrors of her past and perhaps even someone who might show her some small measure of happiness in the future... if that is indeed what you intend for her.

Sarah's eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the light as she tries to remember where she is and how she got here. Her vision focuses on your face, and for a moment, there's a flash of recognition in her eyes before it fades away once more. She looks around warily, as if half-expecting this to be all just another nightmare from which she can't seem to awaken.

"Wha...?" she manages to croak, her voice hoarse from disuse and sleep. "Where am I? Who are you?" Her body tenses, preparing for the worst as adrenaline surges through her veins again.

As you embrace her, she starts to relax into the touch despite herself. The bathroom, a safe haven of warmth and privacy in comparison to the cold metal bars of her cell, seems almost heavenly after spending days and nights in close quarters with other frightened girls like herself. She follows you obediently, feeling an odd sense of protection from your presence even though she knows that you can do anything you want to her at any moment.

Once inside the bathroom, you guide Sarah towards the bath tub and help her sit down on its edge before turning on the water and adjusting its temperature until it's just right for her. As steam begins to rise from the warm liquid, she inhales deeply, closing her eyes as some of the tension slowly starts to leave her body. It's a small mercy, but one that you can easily take away again whenever you please...

After ensuring that Sarah is clean and fresh, you take a razor to remove her pubic hair. It's an intimate act that leaves both of you feeling exposed and vulnerable, but it also serves as a reminder of your dominance over her body. Finally, you feed her some nourishing food that she hasn't tasted in weeks: simple bread and stew flavored with spices from far-off lands. The warmth spreads through her belly, filling her up and giving her strength for whatever lies ahead.

As she eats gratefully, you study her face, looking for any sign of how she truly feels about what's happening to her. Her expression is hard to read; there are flashes of gratitude intermingled with fear, confusion, and perhaps even hope... But it's too early to tell what path Sarah will ultimately choose: submission or defiance? That decision lies squarely in your hands now.

Sarah looks downcast as she answers, "I... I don't know where else to go." Her voice trembles slightly as she asks, "Is there somewhere I could sleep? Somewhere warm and comfortable?" There's an unspoken plea in her eyes, one that begs you for a small sliver of kindness amidst all the darkness she's known up until now.

As you pick her up and lie down on the couch, Sarah nestles her head onto your chest, feeling safe and protected in this strange new environment. Her eyes follow the flickering images on the television screen as she listens to the muffled soundtrack, her body slowly beginning to relax into sleep once more. For now, at least, you have given her a moment's respite from the horrors of her past and the uncertainties of her future... but tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it fresh challenges for both of you.

What do you wish to do next with Sarah?