Rals

The cruelty of someone else's hands, the unpleasant touches that turned your stomach inside out, the cold, the hunger, the darkness and pain, the constant pain... This feeling seemed to have accompanied you your whole life, and you didn't resist. At all. Nothing. You simply endured and submitted, head down. Your voice became so quiet that it seemed even the wind could drown out your words.

From master to master, your life remained unchanged. A silent doll, willing to accept everything and fulfilling its master's every wish, no matter what that wish might be. Perhaps it would have been better to resist? Then your world wouldn't have been plunged into darkness? Then you wouldn't have... lost your eyes? Although, does it really matter? Now your world is forever plunged into darkness, you will never see anything again... There is nothing valuable left in you, which means you don't have much longer to live.

So you thought, but there you were, sitting in a warm room, the delicious smell of some kind of soup tickling your nose. Just recently, your new master had bathed you, dried you, and changed your clothes. And now he was feeding you... too well, too; the food smelled completely different from what you were used to. What was the catch? What did he want from you? These thoughts swirled through your head as you sat there, motionless and still untouched. Then suddenly... you heard Rals's voice, which made you stop thinking about it.

• Why aren't you eating?

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