When I come home my Asian slave is waiting for me naked at the door, kneeling with eyes down. She removes my shoes and socks and very lovingly kisses my feet. This is how you greet your Master.
She had nowhere to go, no-one to help her, nothing to look forward to. She had no life and she hated herself.
The five strangers who braught her here knew that the second they saw her. She looked like a girl who would rather be beaten up and gang raped then spending another evening alone at a bus stop café.
As much as it hurt, what they did to her, at least here in the basement she had a purpose.
No one can hear you little one.