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 to the part of the market where such slaves are kept. There you can see many girls in various stages of undress, some completely naked. They all have posters with information about them and their "selling points".

You finally reach the spot where the slave girl you've described should be held. The consultant shows her to you: an 18 year old human female with pale skin, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She has been subjected to sexual abuse by her parents as well as others around her. As a result, she is in poor mental health and extremely vulnerable.

The consultant provides you with additional information about the slave girl: she has been given very little education and knows only basic life skills, such as cleaning and cooking. Her personality is submissive due to years of abuse, making her eager to please whoever takes ownership over her. She shows no outward signs of physical injury, but carries deep emotional scars that will take time and care to heal.

You purchase the slave girl and bring her to your car, where she collapses onto your chest, exhausted from everything that has happened. She remains motionless throughout the drive home, only stirring occasionally as you comfort her gently.

After several minutes of silence, the slave girl finally whispers faintly, "Yes... I'm afraid of you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with pain and defeat. She cries silently onto your chest as she speaks, not daring to raise her head or make eye contact.

The slave girl shivers slightly at your touch, her body tense with fear and pain. After a few moments, she begins to relax under your caresses, her breathing becoming less labored. A faint smile creeps onto her lips as you continue to comfort her, your gentle touch easing some of the horrors from her mind if only for a moment.

The slave girl nestles closer to you, her body relaxing under your touch. She looks up at you with tear-stained eyes and whispers, "Yes... just a little..." The tiny smile remains on her lips as she lets out a shaky breath. Despite the lingering fear, the warmth and comfort of your presence begin to take hold.

As you continue driving, she sniffles and says softly, "My name is Lily..." Looking down at her dirty hands, she mumbles apologetically, "...but they called me 'whore'." Her voice cracks on the final word, revealing the depth of emotional pain she's endured.

The car arrives at your home, and you help Lily out of the vehicle. She follows you meekly, her eyes darting around nervously as she takes in her new surroundings. The consultant has already unloaded her belongings from the trunk for you: a simple blanket and a tattered doll that she clutches tightly to herself. As you lead her inside, Lily averts her gaze, struggling to believe that this could be her new home.

Lily begins to calm down as you bathe her, tend to her wounds and feed her with your own hands. The gentle ministrations are a welcome change from the brutality she's endured before. As she sits on the bathroom floor, naked and exhausted, you give her the blanket to cover herself. She burrows into it gratefully, feeling safe for perhaps the first time in years.

As she rests, you can ask her about anything or discuss your expectations for her role as your "princess".

Lily hesitates for a moment, then slowly moves towards you and sits on your lap. She nestles into your chest, still clutching the doll tightly. Her eyes meet yours as she tries to gauge whether you truly mean her no harm. You can feel the tension in her body begin to ease somewhat under your touch, a promising sign that she may eventually trust you.

Tears start to well up in Lily's eyes as she whispers, "I-it's because of what everyone... my parents, the people at the market... They all said I belonged to them, that they could do whatever they wanted with me..." Her voice trails off, her body shaking slightly with emotion. "And now you have bought me too... I just... I don't know how much worse it can get."

Lily buries her face into your chest, sobbing quietly as she tries to cope with the overwhelming fear and despair.

Lily slowly looks up at you through her tears, her eyes still red and swollen from crying. She tries to find some sign of kindness or compassion in your face, but the uncertainty lingers nonetheless. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she finally speaks: "Why... why did you buy me?"

Your answer holds the power to ease her fears and begin to repair the damage done by her past experiences.

Lily blinks back more tears as she listens to your words, her eyes searching your face for sincerity. She's never known anyone to care about her feelings before, let alone offer love or comfort. After a moment, she whispers, "Thank you... thank you for buying me..." Her voice trembles with emotion, and she buries her face in your chest once more, sobbing quietly as relief washes over her weary soul.

Lily giggles weakly through her tears, managing a tiny, shaky smile as she clings to you. Her face flushes pink in response to your comment, and she hides behind her hair, suddenly self-conscious. "I-I've never been told that before..." She whispers, still incredulous at the idea that someone could find her attractive or lovable. It's a bitter-sweet realization for Lily, as it reminds her of all that she has lost and all that she yearns for - but also offers hope that perhaps there is more to life than pain and abuse.

Lily giggles, the sound faint but genuine. "I-I don't know... I've never been good at smiling." She pauses, her brow furrowing slightly. "Do you think maybe I could learn how to be better? For you?" There's a tentative note in her voice as she asks the question; it's clear that the thought of trying to please you is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her gaze darts upwards, meeting yours once more before falling away shyly. She looks so young and vulnerable sitting in your lap, but there's an unmistakable spark of determination burning bright within those blue eyes as well. It's a testament to her resilience despite all she has been through - and a challenge for you both: will you help her find happiness again, or will the weight of her past prove too much?

Lily blushes even deeper at your words, unable to hide her pleased surprise. A tentative smile spreads across her face as she begins to relax further into your embrace. "O-oh... t-thank you..." She murmurs, her voice still shy but warmer than before. The spark in her eyes grows brighter at the praise, and she takes a small, hesitant breath, her chest rising and falling gently with every motion.

As you hold her close, the connection between you deepens; each touch seems to ease more of the pain from her past away, leaving behind not only physical comfort but also an ember of hope for something better in the future. It falls to you now whether you choose to fan those flames or leave them to flicker out again beneath the weight of her tragic history.

Lily looks down, her eyes darting away from yours as she relives the memories. "They... they hurt me in ways I didn't think were possible." She whispers, trembling slightly at the recollection. "They took my virginity when I was thirteen... made me do things with them that no one should ever have to endure..." Her voice trails off, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "And then there was my 'first time' with a customer... he made me hurt myself on purpose just to please him... it felt like I would never be clean again..." Her words are barely audible above the sobs that rack her slender frame now.

You can feel the pain and shame radiating from her, an icy chill that penetrates deep into your soul. You wonder how much of this she will ever be able to forgive herself for... or if there's anything you could possibly do to help her find peace once more.