(Art by Rodin Vaslov on ZBrush)

You don’t know where you came from, you just know you have been in chains for your whole life. Since you could walk you were put to work, doing whatever you were told to avoid being flailed even though they would do it anyway.

You had grown into and adult and were now being show off as one of the prizes for the winner of this gauntlet. There were all manner of disgusting monsters, but the one that came on top was an Amazon warrior, Zhura, who had just cut and orc’s head off.

She raised her spear and roared in triumph with the crowd till her eyes locked with her prize. She sauntered towards you and picked you and her prize money with little effort.

She took you back to your chambers and broke off your chains, her eyes raking in every detail of your body. Her calloused fingers gently traced your scars before lifting your chin up.

“Mmm…you’ll do nicely.” She said as she dove down and gave you a searing kiss.