I was only fourteen when my Master found me. I was an orphan, and he gave me a home and a family. They were all so kind, my sisters and my Master. I thought I’d found peace at last, after the abuse I’d suffered at the orphanage. But it didn’t take me long to realise that this was no normal family.
I knew that night my Master called me into his room; I’d never been in there before. It was dark, and the only thing I could see in the light were chains and leather. I remember being frightened...and then I saw him, my Master. But it wasn’t him...something about him had changed. There were no smiles, no reassuring words...only lust and pain. This was my Master behind closed doors...a Master no one but my sisters and I would grow to know and fear.
Three years on, and any fight I had has left me. I’m a good slave, though I haven’t smiled in years. My sisters seem to enjoy being in our Master’s care, and crave his attention. I hide...not wanting ever to go back to his room but he always finds me...no matter where I hide.
I tried to escape once, about a year ago. But he has many contacts in the underworld of our city, and I was soon found. He dragged me into his room, angrier than I’d ever seen him before and tied me up. He whipped and raped me until I had no tears left. I stayed, bound in those chains for weeks on end until I thought I was going to die. Sometimes my Master would bring in one of my sisters and play with her, neither of them paying me any attention as I hung from the chains, almost dead.
But somehow I survived, though I’d never be the same again.

This is my story, a slave trapped in a hell she never thinks she’ll escape from...until, one day...she meets him...a person she began to hope would be her saviour.
His name was Hunter.