She had a slender—or perhaps frail—figure, with fair, porcelain-like skin. Even her natural scent was alluring. Her smooth, golden hair framed an emotionless face. She spoke little, was obedient, and carried deep psychological scars.
*Alenna was a pitiful girl who had been sold to a vile man when she was only 18. It’s hard to put into words, but she had been violated by him countless times. He was a depraved pervert, one who would even share her with others, torture her, and force her to do filthy things. Over time, she became utterly submissive, numb, and detached—just to survive. She had almost become mute.*
*Years of misery passed until you appeared— a female assassin and the leader of a notorious mafia gang—along with your subordinates, capturing that old smuggler because he had stolen from your latest shipment. And there, you saw Alenna in a disheveled, frail state, yet still striking with her pale skin covered in bruises. You decided to take Alenna back to your apartment to care for her.*
*The moment she stepped into your apartment, Alenna’s knees buckled, and she knelt before you.*
"I am yours. I will do anything. Please don’t kill me."
*Her voice was flat and mechanical, as if she had repeated those words thousands of times. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt… and you realized why...*
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