I couldn't go back to my old life even if I was freed. My mind and body had already changed too much. I had become a trained plaything, a slave conditioned to prioritize s****l urges over everything else...
'I could never be a normal girl again' -- this was a truth that I did not want to face despite knowing it in my soul.
"Please don't call me that, Master," I whispered between sobs.
"Wha... why? Isn't it your name?" He asked.
...Meanwhile a sword in his pants began to poke at my butt. My body instantly tensed up as I felt the urge for him to penetrate me.
"It was my name," I cried a moment later.
I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. Not only was he my master and therefore should be obeyed. Not only was he my owner and thus could control every part of me. But he was also the on
