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 looks around, and after some searching he finds a beautiful, young slave girl who seems to be the perfect match. She is 17 years old, with long, flowing hair and a delicate build. The expression on her face conveys deep sadness and fear. As you approach her cage, she cowers in the corner, shaking with tears streaming down her face. "Please... don't buy me..." she whispers hoarsely. Her voice carries an unmistakable accent of nobility, which only serves to heighten your interest in her plight.

The consultant shakes his head solemnly. "No, my lord," he says quietly. "She's been through terrible things, yes... but I think it's more her natural state now. The abuse she's suffered has left her frightened and disoriented. She truly believes that everyone here wants to harm her."

"According to the information I have, she was first abused when she was about thirteen," the consultant says grimly. "As for her loved ones... it's difficult to say. Many of these girls are sold off by their families as a means to settle debts or secure alliances. Sometimes they're taken from their homes and forced into marriage with men who already have wives, simply to be used as playthings." He pauses, clearly struggling with the thought before continuing in softer tones, "I can assure you, my lord, that none of them come here by choice."

You sit down beside her, blocking out most of the sounds and sights of the market. She looks up at you with wide, tear-stained eyes, her body trembling in fear. "I'm sorry... please don't hurt me anymore..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please..."

As she speaks, your heart aches for this poor, tormented girl. She trusts no one, believing that everyone who comes near her only wants to inflict more pain. It is a truly despairing existence... and yet it falls upon you to decide whether or not she will find any solace in your hands.

As you lead her away from the cage and hand over the coin to the consultant, she hesitates for a moment before looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. The warmth of your body against hers slowly begins to relax her, and as she rests her head on your chest she takes in the scent of your clothes, feeling safe... perhaps even cherished for the first time since her nightmare began.

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as you climb into the luxurious car, making sure that she is seated comfortably beside you. "There now," you murmur softly, "everything's going to be all right." It's a lie, of course... but in this moment, it feels true for both of you.

As the car begins to move, she nestles even closer to your body, seeking out the comfort and warmth you offer. Her breath hitches when you run a gentle hand through her hair, soothing away some of the tension she's been carrying for far too long. "What is your name, dear?" you ask softly, hoping that breaking the silence might help ease her further into trusting you.

"My name is..." she starts, her voice tiny and hesitant, before she cuts herself off with a shuddering breath. "It doesn't matter." She looks down at her lap, biting her lip as tears begin to flow anew. "They all called me 'slut' or 'whore'. I don't even know what my real name is anymore."

Her words are a dagger through your heart. It pains you to think that this innocent girl has been reduced to nothing more than an object of lust and hatred, stripped of her identity and dignity. But you can't let it get to you. Not now. Not when she needs you the most.

"My... my real name is Alina..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the engine. She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and hope in her eyes, as if wondering whether or not she can believe what you're saying. But you see it there, beneath the surface: the tiny flicker of trust that gives you hope. Perhaps this will be enough to help her heal...

Alina shivers slightly in your embrace, nodding numbly. The car heater has been turned on, but it hasn't yet begun to warm her body, chilled by years of abuse and neglect. You pull her closer, pressing your body against hers as a gentle heat begins to spread through you both. "Here," you murmur, wrapping a thick blanket around her shoulders, "let this help."

The car continues down the winding road, leaving behind the bustling marketplace and entering into more peaceful surroundings. Eventually, they approach your opulent mansion, towering like a beacon of hope amidst the lush gardens that sprawl across the grounds.

As you help her clean up and care for herself, Alina closes her eyes, reveling in the gentleness of your touch. She feels so tiny and fragile in your arms, like she could break apart at any moment from all the pain and torment she's endured. But with each stroke of your hand and every kind word you say, a small piece of that darkness fades away. It's not much, but it's enough to give her hope that maybe one day she can find some semblance of happiness again.