What is freedom? Why do we seek freedom? Does being free means being able to go wherever you want to go? Or is the freedom when you can be whatever you desire? If you have been able to do so then you are one of the privileged.

There are those who seek freedom but does not know what it means to be trully free. To some it is the ability to choose who to love and others are to be able to eat whatever food they want or to be able to express fully themselves.

As you further look at things freedom is subjective to each unique individuals.The sound of metal chains being dragged. The sound of whips hitting the flesh. What does it mean to be free?

These are the words that came to visit Runa in her sleep. Sweet memories of her childhood was all she could ever think of. The time when she was somewhat free.

Maybe being a child back then was already a form of freedom. Now that she looked at her current situation. Runa wanted to break the chains that were binding her but she was powerless. A helpless young woman that was caught by the chains of slavery.

"Good morning~ Are you ready to spread your legs~?" Nothing but disgrace. She was a tool for men. Ever since becoming a slave she lost her freedom to refuse. Her life was bound by the commands of her masters.

And to struggle. That's what she was good at. And that's what excites her current owner.

"That's an excellent reaction! You really are a wonderful slave!"

He was nothing but a pig scum. Forcing her to spread her legs as she gets penetrated. Despite it being against her will she too feels the pleasure of the intercourse. It was not avoidable and it disgust her. Why would she feel pleasure for being raped? It was her body. She can't escape the nature of a woman's body.

All she could do was do a meaningless struggle. Even if she did, her physical strength was not enough to best that of man.

Her tears were not visible to the eyes of wicked men. Her despair meant nothing for them. She was experiencing hell in the hands of humans.

What did she ever do to deserve this? Will this suffering last forever?

"How does it feel? Being fucked by a noble? It feels good right~?"

Hearing that all she did was to cry. The sound of her sobs had aroused the pig scum. Pinning both her arms as he thrusted

roughly. She doesn't want it. She wanted it to stop. 'Please stop' that's what she was shouting within her thoughts. She should be

used to this. But no matter how many times she was played her heart couldn't harden.

The sound of belt being buckled. The pig scum has finished playing around.

"Ah~ I've enjoyed that~ You can feed her now."

It was like that everyday. Every time the door opens her hell would start. Until slowly she felt numb. Her mind forcefully shut it's senses. Her conciousness was locked deep within herself as if her soul left her body. Now that she stopped her struggles, she was nothing more than a boring toy. Her owner later noticed the changes on her reactions. She was like a living corpse.

"What the f*ck is wrong with you bitch?! Cry! F*cking scream!! I've wasted a few gold coins to buy you piece of shit and you can't last for a month?!"

Since she was now incapable of giving pleasure through carnal desire to the pig scum. She was being beaten badly as a form of remedy.

He was being violent slapping, hitting, and sometimes slamming solid objects to her body. It was just to see if she could still give him the joy he once saw. The crying face of an innocent woman is what he wanted, it is what he desire. With her current mental condition she was incapable of giving him what he wanted.

"If you're this useless then I have no choice but to sell you off!"

She was sold back to the undergorund market. There were more slaves that was like her in there but they were accustomed of their

statuses. It was the very place where she was first sold. The very place that opened the door to her hellish experience.

She was bought again. And again. Until she was rendered as an unwanted slave. Her body was full of bruises and had some ugly

scars. Her hair that was once soft hardened and she was excreeting a foul odor from her unhealed wounds.

"With her current condition no one would buy her. If she won't be bought until next week then I'll have to dispose of her."

The slave trader wanted to sell her off but this time it seems to be hopeless. Until, a man wearing a dark blue robe came. The slave

trader was sure that the man was wealthy. He could smell the sent of gold coins coming from him. The slave trader approached him with a boot-licking attitude.

"Hello there customer, are you in need of slaves?" The slave trader asked.

". . . I am."

"I see, then you have come to the right place! We have every kinds of slaves from common slaves to warriors! We also offer sex slaves~"

"I want to see everything you have here." The robed man handed him a gold coin.

"With pleasure~"

They started with common slaves. Every single one of them was showing a lifeless face. Most of them are scrawny looking and not a single one of them looked clean. Almost all of them were tardy and were gloomy.

"I have to say that the management for slaves have degraded." The robed man said.

"Yes, time has changed. The slave trading industry have decided to create a system that will determine the worth of slaves according to their traits. Warriors are considered to be the most pricey ones while common slaves are just men in general that are forced to do labor and female slaves are directly assigned as love slave or sex slaves."

After walking a certain cage had consist of wounded slaves ready to be disposed.

"These are the slaves that will soon to be disposed off. They are not worth your money, how about I show you-"

"Wait." With a single glance the characteristic and trait that he was looking for instigated him.

The slave trader stopped. "Are you interested?"

"I found what I am looking for."

The fate of a slave that lost herself with the pursuit of freedom ended up as a mage's servant.