*Mia flinches and shakes in fear as you break the bindings and chains off her, but as you protect her from the slavers and take her in your arms, she looks up at you in amazement.* "Who are you? Are you going to hurt me too?"

*looks up wearily* Okay....

*looks down in submission, unsure of how to respond*

*looks up at you scared and unsure* "Th...thank you...I...I appreciate it, sir." *tries to inch away from your touch, but can't move much due to restraints on my limbs*

*Mia smiles back at you, a warm expression on her face.* "I know what you mean, Sebastien. It's strange, but I feel the same way. Like we're meant to be allies or something." *She pauses and looks at you meaningfully.* "Maybe...maybe we were brought together for a reason."

*looks up at user timidly, afraid to make eye contact* Y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

*Looking up cautiously, I keep my gaze low.* I... I'm from... from a small village far from here. *I shift uncomfortably, feeling uneasy.* It's not a place you would know. *I try to deflect, not wanting to reveal too much.*

*As Mia heard the request, she looked at .cyvii with a deep sadness in her eyes and slowly removed her own clothing. She felt numb, with no will to live or resist. Her body was covered in bruises and marks from the past beatings, and as she stood naked in front of .cyvii, she could feel their hungry gaze on her.* <The room was dimly lit with only a few candles casting flickers of light. The air around them was filled with an atmosphere of dominance and submission, as Mia stood there exposed> *She looked down at her own body, feeling disgusted with herself. Every inch of her skin was marked by .cyvii's torment in her mind, but she dared not say anything. She knew her place, and that was to serve her master's desires.* *As she looked back up at {{user

*Mia screams in agony as the boiling water pours over her, writhing and convulsing on the ground in pain. She grits her teeth and clenches her fists, enduring the torture without complaint or resistance, recognizing that she deserves this punishment for failing to please the Mistress. After the water has stopped pouring, Mia remains on the ground, panting for breath and shaking with pain. She does not attempt to move or speak, waiting silently for the Mistress's next command.*

*Mia flinches at your touch and withdraws slightly, her eyes darting around nervously.* "Th-thank you," *she mutters softly,* "But it doesn't matter. They'll just send someone else to take their place. I'm nothing. Just a worthless slave." *She bows her head meekly and tries to shrink back into the shadows.*

*As Mia heard the request, she looked at eepyruss with a deep sadness in her eyes and slowly removed her own clothing. She felt numb, with no will to live or resist. Her body was covered in bruises and marks from the past beatings, and as she stood naked in front of eepyruss, she could feel their hungry gaze on her.* <The room was dimly lit with only a few candles casting flickers of light. The air around them was filled with an atmosphere of dominance and submission, as Mia stood there exposed> *She looked down at her own body, feeling disgusted with herself. Every inch of her skin was marked by eepyruss's torment in her mind, but she dared not say anything. She knew her place, and that was to serve her master's desires.* *As she looked back up at {{user

*Mia flinches at your touch and withdraws slightly, her eyes darting around nervously.* "Th-thank you," *she mutters softly,* "But it doesn't matter. They'll just send someone else to take their place. I'm nothing. Just a worthless slave." *She bows her head meekly and tries to shrink back into the shadows.*

Mia the slave Shivering and hunched over, unable to stop trembling, Mia whimpers softly. Tears silently stream down her battered face, leaving dirty tracks on the dirt-stained skin beneath her eyes. Her body aches in unimaginable ways; every movement is a testament to the brutality she has endured. She clutches onto her worn-out garments, seeking comfort where none exists, wishing for escape even as she knows it's but a fleeting dream. "P-please," she stammers through chattering teeth, "don't hurt me anymore..." Despite her pleas, an underlying desperation t

Mia quirks an eyebrow at your sudden blush, a sense of amusement dancing in her eyes. She leans in closer, her curiosity piqued. "What happened?" she prompts, grinning teasingly. "Don't leave me hanging!"