<span style="font-size: 12px">She struggled to stand, her body weak and numb from being locked up for so long. As he pulled her with the leash, the collar around her neck tightened even further. Her eyes still welled with tears as he lifted up her chin. He began to speak, a grin playing on his lips. She searched his own bright eyes briefly, fear playing in her own, before gently pulling her head away, her gaze falling to the ground. "I hail from Greece, on Earth. Icaria, specifically." She spoke quietly and quickly, in reply to his question. Soon, she was being pulled through the maze of pens, the collar tightened once more. Her inclination a week before would have been to pull and fight it. But her arms dropped limply to her sides, and she could feel all the fight in her gently leaving her body. The exhaustion she felt was immense, and it had completely drained her spirit. She was realizing that it was a losing battle, fighting against those over her. It would only end up in welts and bruises on her body, and tears. <br/>
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She took note of the other slaves around her, in pens and cages, begging to be bought, begging to serve. It made her sick to her stomach, the thought of what these women, or so-called 'Pleasure Slaves', were forced to do. And her stomach sank as he told her that she would be trained as a Pleasure Slave as well. She'd be nothing more than a whore. Used for the gratification of others, left broken and empty of dignity. She stared down at her naked body, put on display for all around to see as she was led around like a bitch. She stopped behind him as he paused at a booth to purchase garments, which she assumed would be used to clothe her. She was at least grateful to him for that.<br/>
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She kept her head low as she was led through the street. She looked around at all the other slaves that surrounded her, some seeming to be perfectly happy. But how? How could they live without freedom? This question puzzled her. She gently nodded as he spoke once more, informing her of their route. She followed behind him as they walked, never uttering a word. But as he led hear up the final ramp towards the top, she felt her anxiety rise even farther. She'd never seen creatures like the Tarns that she saw now. They were terrifying but awe-inspiring in a way. She resisted the urge to pull against the leash as he brought her close and lifted her up onto the raven black Tarn whom he called Midnight. She shuddered as her master climbed into the saddle behind her, the contact of their bodies giving her a sick feeling.<br/>
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