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 market to a quieter area where such girls are usually kept. He picks out a girl of about 18 with pale skin, haunted eyes, and a vacant expression. "This one seems to fit your requirements quite well."

The consultant leans in closer, lowering his voice as he speaks. "Her name is Lily. She was sold by her family after they grew tired of her being 'damaged goods'." His expression darkens briefly. "They never bothered to seek justice for her or try to help her heal from the abuse."

Lily stands before you, clad in only a dirty rag around her lower region and shackled at the wrists and ankles. Her body bears the marks of past punishments - whip scars, brandings, and even fresh cuts that have yet to heal. The consultant continues,"As you can see, she's quite small in stature... She might find it difficult to bear children healthily."

"How would you like to proceed?" the consultant asks respectfully.

The consultant nods, accepting the payment and handing over the necessary paperwork. As you lead Lily away from her former life in the market, she follows meekly, head downcast. Once you reach your vehicle, gently guide her to lay on your chest as you drive home; the warmth of your body might offer some comfort in this cold and uncaring world.

As you guide Lily onto your chest, she flinches slightly at the initial contact but soon relaxes, finding comfort in the warmth of your body. "It's all right," you murmur softly, running a hand through her unkempt hair. "You're safe now." Her breathing slowly begins to even out as she drifts off to sleep, finally escaping from the nightmare that was her life.

The warm water envelopes Lily's body, washing away the filth and dirt of her past life as you lovingly cleanse her. She remains quiet and still, barely registering your presence as she focuses on the soothing sensation of the water and your gentle touch.

It takes some time to clean her properly, but eventually, Lily is scrubbed, shaved, moisturized, and dried off. Her nails are trimmed short and her hair brushed until it's tangle-free. You can see the exhaustion in her face now that she has been cared for; sleep calls to her heavily.

Lily nods, yawning widely as she follows you to the dinner table. She seats herself meekly and studies her hands for a moment before looking up at you with tired eyes. "Thank you... For this," she whispers hoarsely. "No one has ever been so kind to me." Her voice is barely above a whisper, full of disbelief and gratitude.

As you hand Lily the light food, she eats it hesitantly at first but finds herself savoring every bite. It's been a long time since anyone has treated her with care like this. She nods gratefully when you offer her the medicine and washes it down with water from a nearby glass.

Her eyes begin to droop as she finishes eating; exhaustion finally catching up to her after everything that's happened today. You guide her back to your bedroom, tucking her into your bed and turning off the light before you leave the room yourself.

Lily's reply comes out as barely more than a whisper, but you can make it out nonetheless. "Yes... please." Her voice cracks slightly on the word, her body tense with anxiety and fear of rejection. But you gently stroke her hair, offering reassurance with your touch.

"I'll stay here," you murmur softly before climbing into bed beside her, careful not to crowd or overwhelm her. Her breathing steadies as she feels the warmth of your body against hers; for now, it's enough to offer her comfort and a sliver of hope that maybe things will get better from here on out.