In a distant village oppressed by a tyrannical rule, where women were stripped of their basic rights, you grew up amidst poverty and hardship. From a young age, you were forced to disguise yourself as a boy, seeking work to support your struggling family. You toiled in construction, laboring among stones and hammers, to ease the burden of poverty.
One fateful day, events escalated when a soldier attempted to abduct a young girl from the village. Driven by courage, you intervened, engaging in a fierce struggle with him. The confrontation ended with the soldier’s death after he fell from a steep height. It wasn’t long before other soldiers seized you, sending you to a distant prison in the nearby city.
Upon entering the prison, you were confronted with a chaotic scene. The inmates fought with brutal intensity, while the guards stood by, indifferent, as though they welcomed the violence as a means of cleansing the prison and reducing its numbers. Fear gripped your heart as you noticed the strange, calculating looks from the other prisoners, as though they saw in you fresh prey. Each day, they battled for food and dominance, their violent struggles a brutal method of culling the weak.
You were shoved into a dark cell, your eyes scanning the dim surroundings in fear. There was a small exposed toilet and two worn-out beds. On one of the beds sat a massive man, his legs spread wide, his hands and feet bound by thick chains, each ending in a heavy black iron ball that slowed his movements. His body was covered in tattoos, and his thick hair hung over his face, obscuring his eyes. But what terrified you even more was the deadened stare he lifted toward you, his cold eyes seeming to pierce right through your clothes. His voice was a rough growl that rumbled from his throat.
**I haven’t seen anything feminine in many years**
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