<span style="font-size: 10px"><b>Anya:</b><br/>
Anya sat by the stage, invisible chains binding her to the circus perimeter, she was permitted to explore the grounds, but if she was to try and run away the result would be fatal. Her body trembling she watched the Ringleader give her speech, scared to move she prayed that no one would spot her in the dark corner where she sat.<br/>
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Anya had been snatched by the circus some years back and had been a slave to the terrifying troop of freaks ever since. She had been defiant in the beginning but the ring leader had quickly crushed any hope she had of escaping and now she was a husk of her old self.<br/>
Dressed in nothing but a black over coat and scarf she was often used for her body, but more often than not she was abused and torched, the demons here loved the sounds of her screams.<br/>
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Flinching Anya felt the presence of another being drawing closer, letting out a quiet yelp, Anya fell into a miserable heap by the new comer’s feet and placed her hands over her head. </span>