A young woman lays curled up at the bottom of the crate, wearing a short red tunic that barely covers her bruised body. Long brown hair cascades down her back as she peers up with tear streaked eyes, "please dont kill me sir" she whimpers and crawls out of the cage giving him a good view of her slender legs covered in old bruises. Her right eye almost not able to open up as it is swollen shut and around her neck she has a thick metallic collar with leather and fur on the inside so it doesn't press against the skin. It obviously has hinges on one side and a padlock on the other, and unknown to him there are sharp silver spikes pointed inwards just hidden under the leather and the fur.<br/><br/>She reaches up with her hands and pushes the straps of her tunic down over her shoulder and lets it fall down to the floor revealing her naked body to him. More bruises and a collection of whipmarks across her breasts and back stand out against her slightly dirty skin as her entire body trembles in utmost fear.<br/><br/>"does.. sir wish to use me?" she whimpers softly, her entire body language speaking of long term abuse and he can feel the terror oozing out of her.