Zhang slowly became conscious, realizing that she was naked, and curled in a small animal steel cage. She had soiled herself while unconscious, on a raised grate in the cage. She was naked, except for a locked metal collar on her neck. The light was dim, but she saw block walls around her, like a cell. She also saw a blinking light of a camera on her.

Groaning faintly, Zhang’s eyes flutter open, as the harsh reality of her predicament is slapping her in the face. Her head throbs and the smell of fear and waste fills her nostrils. The metallic tang of urine and feces, a stark contrast to the perfumed luxury she’s grown accustomed to. She tries to sit up in the tiny cage, only to feel the cold steel bite into her skin. Panic flutters in her chest like a caged bird, and her heart is racing as she looks around the cell. The camera’s red light pierces the darkness, a silent sentinel to her degradation. Her lips are cracked and her mouth is parched, “Hello? Help!” she croaks. A drop of water falls on her face and she twisted her head to look up. A hose dangles into the cage, and she’s shocked when she realized the nozzle is a man’s penis head. She sees a drop forming on the slit on head, and despite herself, she stretched her head to catch the drop with her tongue.

“You must suck on the cock for water!” says a male voice from a speaker next to the blinking cam. Zhang’s eyes widen in horror and she tries to sit up, her cheeks are flushing with a mix of fear and anger. She glances at the hose, the thought of resorting to such a humiliating act, is making her stomach churn. But her thirst is unbearable, it’s a desert in her mouth and throat, so, with a shaky hand, she reaches for the nozzle, feeling the cold plastic against her fingertips. She sucks on the cockhead and is rewarded with a stream of water.

“Good girl,” says the male voice.

Her eyes water with both relief and disgust, as she takes a few more gulps of water before the stream stops. She looks up at the camera, her eyes are filled with defiance, “What do you want from me?” she asks, her voice stronger than before. She tastes medicine in the water. She is unaware there is a strong aphrodisiac in the water.

“The cock is ready for you to suck again!” says the male voice again.

Zhang’s head spins, a strange warmth spreads through her body, as her nipples harden, and she feels an unwelcome wetness between her legs. Despite her protesting mind, her hand reaches for the hose again, her mouth is watering. She wraps her lips around the nozzle, and starts sucking greedily. “What have you done to me?” she whispers, her voice laced with fear and confusion.

A monitor comes on and she can see herself naked and sucking a big cock. Her eyes dart to the monitor, where she looks at the image of her own naked form, and the obscene act she’s performing, reflect back at her. The sight only fuels her anger and humiliation, yet the aphrodisiac in the water has a hold on her body that she can’t resist. Her cheeks flush a darker shade of red, and she feels a pulse of arousal, that she’s both repulsed by, and unable to ignore. Her hand moves to cover her face, but she can’t block out the reality of her situation.

The voice from the speaker seems to laugh at her, enjoying her torment. She tries to spit out the water, to rid herself of the disgusting taste, but her mouth is already addicted to the sweet release it brings. Through gritted teeth, she whispers, “You disgust me,” but the words are hollow, her body is betraying her protests.

“Keep sucking, Little Zhang. You do it so well.”

Her eyes flicker with anger and she pulls back from the hose, and glaring at the camera, she clenches her fists, as her nails dig into her palms. “I’m not your plaything,” she spits out, as her voice is trembling. Yet the ache in her throat, and the insidious warmth in her body, won’t let her protest for long. With a sigh of defeat, she takes the hose back into her mouth, sucking harder than before, the taste of the medicated water now a perverse craving. “Who are you? What is this place?” she mumbles around the nozzle.

“You are now a slave on BDSM ISLAND. You have started your training for a pleasure slave.”

Her eyes go wide with horror, and she shakes her head vigorously, as the collar around her neck is jingling with the motion. “No, no, this isn’t happening. This can’t be real,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “Please, I’m not like that. I’ve never ... I can’t do this,” she says, her voice cracking. But the aphrodisiac is too potent, the need for water too strong, her body is on fire, and she’s losing the battle with her own desires.

“You suck cock very well, Zhang,” the voice from th speaker says.

Her eyes narrow with a mix of anger and shame, as she hears the praise from the speaker. The aphrodisiac in the water has her body responding despite her mind’s screams of protest. She tries to ignore the voice, focusing instead on the cold steel beneath her, the smell of the cage, and the pain in her wrists and knees from the uncomfortable position. But the voice is like a siren’s call, making her want to satisfy it. She can feel the heat growing between her legs, a traitorous wetness that she hates, and needs, at the same time. Her hand unconsciously slides down her stomach, her fingers are hovering over the soft mound of her sex, as the ache within is growing more insistent. “I’m not a ... I’m not a slut,” she murmurs to herself, trying to hold onto her identity. But the need for water is too intense, and she finds herself taking the hose back into her mouth, and her eyes are locked onto her own reflection in the camera lens, as if challenging herself to maintain her dignity amidst the degradation.

“You have shit and pissed yourself like a baby. You need cleaning.”

Her face contorts in humiliation and anger at the voice’s words. Zhang’s hands move to cover her face, as if that could shield her from the reality of her situation. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the grime and sweat that already coats her skin. She tries to pull her legs together, but the cramped space makes it impossible. The smell of her own waste fills the cage, a stinging reminder of her degradation, as her body feels like it’s on fire, and the aphrodisiac is playing havoc with her senses. With trembling hands, she reaches for the bars of the cage, her nails scraping against the metal, “I’m not an animal,” she whispers through clenched teeth, and her eyes are never leaving the camera. Despite her pride, she can’t ignore the need to be clean. Her voice is small and broken as she speaks to the unseen captor, “Please ... I need to clean up.”

“Will you be good?”

Her eyes flash with a mix of anger and desperation. She knows she’s trapped, but she’s not going to give in without a fight, “I will not be your slave,” she says with determination, her voice is stronger than before despite her trembling. “You can do whatever you want to me, but I will never be good for this,” she spits out, her voice is filled with venom.

“Will you be good?” the voice asks again.

Her eyes narrow in defiance, but the trembling in her voice belies her fear. Her hand tightens around the hose, as her knuckles white, “I will not,” she says firmly, though the words are barely a whisper. “I am not your slave. I am Zhang, a human being, not some object for your twisted pleasure.” She pulls the nozzle from her mouth, her breathing is ragged and shallow, the taste of the medicated water is still lingering on her tongue.

“If you won’t promise to behave, then you will sit in your shit all night!”

Her eyes dart to the camera, a mix of anger and fear in her gaze, then she takes a deep breath, trying to control her trembling voice, “I ... I promise,” she says, her voice is cracking. The thought of spending another moment in her own filth is too much to bear, and her pride is crumbling under the weight of her desperation. She closes her eyes, swallowing the bile rising in her throat, “Just please, let me clean up,” she begs.

The door opens and a naked, petite, Asian girl enters. “Hi Zhang! I’m Keiko,” she smiles. “It’s hard to recognize you with all the dirt. I am to take you to the bath.”

Zhang looks up, her eyes wary of the new figure. The aphrodisiac’s grip on her body is lessening, but the fear and confusion still linger. She watches Keiko’s approach, with a mix of relief and skepticism, and despite the promise of being clean, she can’t shake the feeling of being used and debased. “Why are you doing this?” she asks, her voice is still shaky, but she’s holding onto a thread of strength.

She sees Keiko is a very pretty, Vietnamese girl, but she cringes when Keiko says, “I know you promised to be good, but I must handcuff you, Zhang. I apologize. I will open the cage door and please extend your wrists. If you try to hurt me, they will shock you with your collar.”

Her eyes flicker to the camera, then back to Keiko. Despite the situation, the kindness in the girl’s eyes feels genuine. With a sigh of resignation, she stretches out her arms, and she sees that her wrists are already bruised from the metal bars. The handcuffs click into place, cold and unyielding, and then she stands shakily, her legs are trembling from the lack of use. The cage door opens with a metallic creak, and she steps out, the grate of the floor disappearing beneath her feet, leaving her bare soles on the cold, hard floor. She tries not to think about the filth she’s stepping in, instead, she’s focusing on the warm promise of a bath.

“I apologize again, Zhang, but you must be leashed, it’s the rule.”

Zhang’s eyes widen at the mention of a leash, the reality of her situation comes crashing down on her once more. She hesitates, feeling the last vestige of her dignity slipping away, but the promise of cleanliness, and relief from her own waste, is too tempting to resist. She reluctantly lowers her head, allowing Keiko to attach the leash to her collar. The metal feels heavy and cold against her neck, a constant reminder of her newfound status, and with a gentle tug, Keiko leads her from the cell. Zhang follows, her bare feet are sticking slightly to the floor with each step, as the cool air brushes against her naked body, sending shivers down her spine. “What kind of place is this?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to keep her eyes focused on the path ahead, avoiding the sight of the other cells, and the unknown horrors they might contain.

Keiko says, “It’s called Slave Island, but I call it Master’s Island.”

Zhang’s heart sinks at the revelation, and she tries to pull away from the leash, as her eyes go wild with fear. “No, no, this can’t be happening,” she murmurs, as her mind continues racing. She stumbles, her legs feeling like jelly, “What do they want with us?” she asks, her voice is shaking.

“Zhang be good, or they will shock you,” she whispered urgently.

Her eyes dart to the camera, then back to Keiko, as the leash tugs at her neck, a cruel reminder of her captivity. “I’ll behave,” she whispers, the defeat appears heavy in her voice. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and allows herself to be led down the corridor. The cage door clangs shut behind her, echoing through the stark, cold space. She tries not to think about the implications of Keiko’s words, focusing instead on the warm light spilling from the open doorway at the end of the corridor. The smell of soap and cleanliness beckons to her, offering a small semblance of comfort amidst the horror. She swallows hard, her eyes are on the floor as she follows Keiko’s lead.

Keiko leads her to a grated area, “Please stand on the grate so I can hose you off, Zhang.” The warm hose water feels wonderful, as the filth washed off her. Keiko then says, “I know it’s shameful, but can you please bend forward, so I can wash your privates, Zhang? You will feel better.”

Her cheeks flame red with humiliation as she complies, bending at the waist, with her hands gripping the bars of the grate. The water hits her with surprising force, as the sting of the cold is jolting her senses. She flinches as the spray reaches her intimate areas, and the pressure making her gasp. Despite her embarrassment, she feels a strange sense of relief, as the filth is washed away from her body. She closes her eyes, letting the water cascade down her back, and the droplets are creating rivulets that trace the curves of her body. “Why are you being kind to me?” she whispers to Keiko, her voice is barely audible over the hiss of the hose.

“I was a big fan when I was younger. All the girls thought you had the best clothes,” Keiko said to her.

The warm water that was spraying over her body felt like a lifeline, a brief reprieve from the cold steel and the malevolent eyes of the cameras. She tries to focus on Keiko’s words, as the normalcy of the conversation is a stark contrast to her current reality. Despite the situation, she can’t help but feel a small spark of curiosity, “How did you ... end up here?” she asks, her voice is still low and trembling.

Keiko leads her into a tiled garden room, where there’s a huge walk-in tub. Keiko leads her into the water, “I need to shampoo your hair, Zhang. Please sit on the submerged bench.”

Zhang’s legs wobble slightly as she lowers herself into the tub, the warm water enveloping her in a gentle embrace, that feels almost like a caress after the harshness of the cage. She sits on the bench, her arms wrapping around her knees protectively, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, despite the futility of the gesture. The water laps at her chin, and she feels the softness of the shampoo, as Keiko’s small hands begin to lather her hair. The scent of lavender fills the air, and, for a brief moment, she allows herself to relax into the sensation. But the reality of her situation crashes back in, as she feels the leash tug at her neck, a cruel reminder of her captivity. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill, “Thank you, Keiko,” she murmurs, her voice is thick with unshed emotion.

Keiko rinses her hair, and says, “You are more beautiful in real life than your pictures!”

Zhang’s eyes fly open, and she looks up at Keiko with a mix of shock and anger. She tries to stand, but the handcuffs, and the leash, hold her firmly in place. “What do you mean by that?” she demands, her voice is echoing in the tiled room. “I’m not here for your entertainment!” she snaps, the fight is returning to her voice.

Keiko starts to cry, “I was trying to be kind, Zhang. I know you’re scared.”

Her anger subsided at the sight of Keiko’s tears, and she sighed, slumping back into the tub, “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice begins softening. “I’m just ... I don’t know what’s happening.”

“I am not allowed to say, but you will see Master later,” Keiko tells her.

Zhang’s heart sinks at the mention of ‘Master’, the unknown looming over her like a dark cloud. “What does he want with me?” she asks, her voice is laced with fear.

“Please stand, so I can wash you, Zhang.” Keiko says.

With a heavy sigh, Zhang complies, her body is feeling leaden as she stands in the tub. The warm water rushes around her as Keiko starts to wash her body, and the gentle touch of the sponge is a stark contrast to the rough steel of the cage. She tries to remain stoic, but the kindness is a knife twisting in her chest. “What does he do to the girls here?” she asks, her voice low and tight, and with anxiety.

Keiko shakes her head, “Will you be mad if I say you have beautiful breasts?”

Zhang’s eyes widen and she feels a flash of anger, but the warmth of the water, and the gentle touch of the sponge against her skin, is too comforting to resist. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to stay calm, “What do you mean?” she asks, her voice is tight.

Keiko runs the soapy sponge up the slope, and between, her large breasts, “They are just so full,” and then she runs the sponge over Zhang’s nipples. “Are you cold? Your nipples are so hard!”

Zhang’s breath hitches, as the sponge glides over her sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of arousal through her body, despite herself. She tries to pull away, but the handcuffs and leash hold her firmly in place. “Please, stop,” she says, her voice strained. “I just want to get clean and ... and understand what’s happening.”

Keiko scrubs her back, and then she runs the sponge down her back to her buttocks, “Zhang, I must clean you here. You could get an infection.”

Zhang grits her teeth as Keiko’s sponge reaches her buttocks, the intimate touch is making her squirm with discomfort. She tries to maintain eye contact with the camera, refusing to show the fear and humiliation that threatens to overwhelm her. “What happens now?” she asks, her voice is steady despite the tremble in her limbs. “Will I ever get out of here?”

Keiko looks at her, “I need to wash your legs, so, please, step up and sit on the edge of the pool.”

With a heavy sigh, Zhang complies, lifting one leg out of the tub and placing it onto the cold tile. The leash and handcuffs clank as she shifts her weight, as the sound echoes in the sterile room. She watches Keiko’s face, looking for any sign of malice, or enjoyment in her task, but all she sees is sadness and resignation. As the sponge glides over her legs, she can’t help but feel a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, there is a glimmer of kindness in this hellish place. Despite her situation, she tries to maintain a shred of dignity, as she allows Keiko to wash her. “What is this place, really?” she asks, her voice sounds strained.

“Zhang, again I must wash your female parts. There could be a UTI after you were so filthy. I will be very gentle.” Her stomach clenches at the thought of another intimate touch from Keiko, but the fear of infection is too great to resist. She nods stiffly, gripping the side of the tub, as she feels the sponge glide over her inner thighs, as the soap bubbles are popping against her skin. Despite the kindness in Keiko’s eyes, she can’t help the wave of humiliation that crashes over her. She clenches her eyes shut, trying to block out the feeling of the sponge brushing against her most private areas.

Her breathing is shallow and quick, as the warm water around her is doing nothing to ease the cold dread that fills her. “Please hurry,” she whispers through gritted teeth. “I just want to get out of here.” Zhang’s eyes fly open as Keiko’s finger brushes against her sensitive clit, the sensation is sending shockwaves through her body. She tries to clench her thighs together, but the leash and handcuffs prevent her from blocking the intrusion. A soft moan escapes her lips, despite her efforts to remain stoic. Her mind is a tumult of emotions, fear, anger, and a traitorous arousal, that she despises herself for feeling. She bites down on her lip, as her body is responding to the touch despite her mind’s protests. Her eyes dart to Keiko’s face, searching for an explanation, or a sign of malice, but all she sees is a sad understanding. “What ... what are you doing?” she whispers, her voice sounds strained.

Keiko whispers, “Girls can help each other in this cruel place. I can make you feel better, Zhang.”

Her breath catches in her throat, as Keiko’s finger continues its torturous dance around her clit, the aphrodisiac in her system amplifying every sensation. She tries to shake her head, as the leash is rattling against the side of the tub, “No, please,” she whispers, her voice is thick with unshed tears. But her body betrays her, a small, involuntary moan escapes her lips. She feels the warmth spreading through her, as the need for release is growing stronger with every passing second. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of confusion and anger, but she can’t ignore the pleasure that’s building within her. Her hips rock slightly against Keiko’s hand, as the gentle pressure against her clit is driving her closer to the edge that she’s desperately trying to avoid. “I’m not like this,” she murmurs, her eyes are squeezed shut.

“Let me help, Zhang,” Keiko says.

Zhang’s body is on fire, as the aphrodisiac is making it impossible to ignore the pleasure that Keiko’s touch is bringing her. She bites her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to spill out, “What are you doing?” she gasps, her voice is tight with arousal that she can’t control.

Keiko says, “I want to make the transition easier for you, Zhang. You’re so pretty, you’ll make Master happy.”

Zhang’s body tenses at Keiko’s words, her mind is racing with the implications of what lies ahead. She tries to ignore the slickness between her legs, the traitorous wetness, that’s a side effect of the aphrodisiac. Her eyes fly open, meeting Keiko’s gaze, searching for any hint of a way out of this nightmare. She feels the beginnings of a sob rising in her chest, “I can’t ... I can’t be like this,” she says, her voice shaking. “I’m not meant for this.” But her words fall on deaf ears, as Keiko’s gentle touch turns firmer, as her finger slides into the folds of Zhang’s sex without warning. A sharp cry of surprise and pleasure escapes her, and she can’t help but lean into the touch, her body is craving release despite her mind’s screams of protest. Her eyes squeeze shut once more, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the wave of sensation that’s threatening to overwhelm her. “Please, Keiko,” she whispers, her voice is a mix of desperation and plea.

Keiko leans forward and gently kisses her. Zhang’s eyes widen with shock as she feels Keiko’s soft, warm lips against hers. The kiss is gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the cold steel, and harsh reality of her captivity. For a brief, confusing, moment, she responds, her body is craving any form of affection in this hellish place. But reality crashes back in, and she pushes Keiko away with a gasp. “No!” she says firmly, her voice shakes with anger and fear. “I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this.” Her hand moves to cover her mouth, as if she can somehow hold in the moan that had escaped her. She pulls away, her eyes searching the room for an escape.

Keiko looks crushed at the rejection. “I was just trying to be your friend.”

Zhang’s heart aches at the sight of Keiko’s crestfallen expression. Despite her anger and fear, she knows that Keiko is also a victim in this twisted game. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself, “I’m sorry,” she says softly, “I just ... I’m not ready for any of this.” She slides off the edge of the tub, the water rushes around her as she stands, the leash and handcuffs are clanking against the tiles. Her eyes search the room for any sign of escape, or hope, but the only thing that greets her is the cold, unfeeling gaze of the camera. “What happens now?” she asks, as her voice is trembling.

Looking at her with sympathy in her eyes, Keiko says, “You are just so beautiful, I wanted to kiss you.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as the conflict in her emotions was clear on her face, “I ... I appreciate the sentiment, Keiko,” she says, her voice still trembling. “But I need to figure out how to get out of here.”

Keiko leads her back to the cell and opens the small cage. Zhang can see that it has been hosed out.

Keiko says to her, “Get in, and I will uncuff you.”

Zhang’s body tenses with anticipation and fear, as she crawls into the small animal cage, as her eyes never left Keiko’s. The cold steel presses against her skin as she sits down, and the leash is still attached to her collar. She watches as Keiko approaches with a small key, as the jingle is echoing in the empty cell. With trembling hands, she holds out her wrists, the metal cold and unforgiving. As the cuffs click open, she rubs her sore wrists, feeling the sting of the bruises left behind. “What happens now?” she asks, her voice is barely above a whisper.

Keiko says, “If you were nicer, I would have bought you a blanket, but you are a mean, and selfish, girl.”

Her eyes flash with anger at Keiko’s words, but she quickly suppresses it, not wanting to cause any more trouble. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice is sincere despite the turmoil in her chest. “I just ... I’m scared.”

Keiko looks sad, as she says, “There are no other girls here right now, and I get so lonely.”

Zhang’s expression softens slightly at the mention of loneliness. Despite her own fears, she can’t help but feel a pang of pity for Keiko, who seems to have accepted her fate with a disturbing resignation. She lowers her gaze, taking a deep, shaky breath, “I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to be cruel.” She looks up, her eyes are searching Keiko’s for any sign of forgiveness. “But I can’t ... I just can’t let them do this to me. I can’t let them turn me into ... into something I’m not.”

Keiko looks at her with sadness in her eyes, “May I kiss you, Zhang?”

Zhang’s eyes widen at Keiko’s sudden request, as the situation is feeling more surreal by the moment. Despite the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, she’s still fighting the urge to give into the humiliation of her circumstances. She takes a deep breath and looks at Keiko, seeing the desperation in the girl’s eyes. With a heavy heart, she nods. “Just ... just this once,” she murmurs, her voice is trembling.

As Keiko leans in, she closes her eyes, feeling the other girl’s soft, warm lips, press against hers. The kiss is gentle, almost comforting, a stark contrast to the cold steel of her cage. Zhang’s body relaxes slightly, and she feels a strange connection forming between them, a bond forged in shared fear and despair. But she quickly pulls away, her eyes snap open as she reminds herself who she is, and what she stands for. “Please, Keiko, don’t make this any harder than it already is,” she says, her voice is barely above a whisper.

As Keiko looks at the camera, she whispers, “I will bring you a blanket later.”

Zhang’s eyes flicker to the camera, a mix of hope and fear swirling within her, as she nods to Keiko, a silent thank you, for the small act of kindness. As the door to the cell clicks shut behind her, she slumps back against the cold steel bars, her thoughts are racing. “Why me?” she whispers to herself. “What have I done to deserve this?” as she sucks on the cock for a drink.

Zhang’s thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor. The door to her cell opens, and a tall, handsome, American man steps into the room. He’s dressed in a tailored black suit, his eyes are gleaming with a mix of excitement and dominance. His smile is predatory as he looks her over, and his gaze is lingering on her naked body. He snaps his fingers, and Keiko immediately retreats, leaving the two of them alone. “Welcome to your new home, Zhang,” he says, his voice is as smooth as velvet. “You’re going to learn a new way of life here. A way where you’re not just a pretty face, but a beautiful, obedient, toy for me to enjoy.” He saunters closer to the cage, as his eyes never leave hers.

Her heart races as she takes in the man who’s been speaking to her through the speakers. His presence is overwhelming, and she feels a strange mix of fear, and arousal. Despite her resolve to resist, she can’t help the way her body reacts to his dominance. “What do you want from me?” she asks, her voice is shaking, as she tries to cover her big breasts, and her sex, from the man.

He chuckles, the sound echoes off the walls of the cell, “Everything,” he says, his voice a dark promise. He stops in front of the cage, his eyes traveling down her body and back up to meet hers. “But first, you must be starving after twenty-four-hours.

Her stomach growls in protest, betraying her hunger, as she nods, her eyes never leaving his. “Food, yes,” she says, her voice trembling. “Please.”

He claps his hands and Keiko enters with a tray of food. She sets it on a table next to her Master.

Zhang’s eyes widen at the sight of the food, the scent of it is making her stomach growl louder. She watches as Keiko sets the tray down, and then retreats to the door, her eyes never leaving Zhang’s.

“What ... what do I need to do?” she asks, her voice tentative.

He responded, “Learn to be fed by your Master.

She watched as he held a piece of shrimp with chopsticks to the cage. Her stomach clenched with a mix of hunger and dread, as she watched the shrimp dangle in front of her. She hadn’t eaten in what felt like an eternity, and the smell was tantalizing despite her fear. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward slightly, considering the humiliating act of eating from his hand like an animal. She didn’t know what game he was playing, but she knew she had to play along for now. “Alright,” she murmured, her voice steady. “Feed me.”

Master used chopsticks as he held the shrimp through the bars, “Here, Zhang.”

With a deep, trembling breath, Zhang leaned closer to the bars of her cage, as her eyes locked onto the succulent shrimp offered by the man who called himself, ‘Master’. She felt the cold steel press against her nose as she opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her like a pet. The taste exploded on her tongue, the combination of sweet and salty, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fear and anger. As she chewed slowly, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of degradation wash over her, the bonds of her captivity were tightening their grip on her soul. Yet, the warmth of the food spread through her, filling her with a desperate hope, that perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a way to survive this ordeal. “What happens after?” she asks, her voice a mix of defiance and submission.