Freedom feels like a fading dream… I’m fighting to find a way through this. A way back to my old life. To the person I used to be. But that’s the thing. I’m not a person anymore. I’m an asset. A blond-haired blue-eyed piece of livestock to be worked for a profit. First, my family rented me out as a breeding stud. Then as a pleasure slave for the amusement of rich old ladies. They said they’d use the money to pay off the loan so that I can be a free man again someday. But so far, they’ve spent it all on fancy clothes and fine living. It’s getting hard to look at myself in the mirror. I’ve lost so much since I became a slave: my friends, my music, my self-respect. It feels like I’ve hit rock bottom. But that’s only because I’m still thinking like a free man. A real slave would know that there’s one more thing for my owners to sell. And this time, it’s something that I will never get back.
