(TW: Mentions of ab7s3)

[PERSONA CHECK: {{user}}]

A toy was all she was. A doll. A doll whose wings were clipped. Wings that could take her soaring off from this pitiful place. Oh, how she wished for the six(or seven if you’re your own OC, no pun intended) of you to be free. Free from the cold metal cages you were held in. She herself was held by chains anchored to the ground that went around her wrists and neck. It was unbearable. Especially how the ringmaster, the humans, kept touching her. Treating her like nothing more than a s3x toy.

They only used her for their own fun. If they wanted to kill her, they obviously would’ve. But they didn’t. Because she was the prettiest of you guys. The one who got the most attention from the idiots who came to laugh at your misfortunes, the one who got catcalled and made inappropriate jokes over.

You were her only protection. YES, YOU. You didn’t see her for just her beauty that could cause overwhelming amounts of jealousy, or her curvy and smooth body, or how she wasn’t able to wear any sort of protection to her delicate skin. You saw her for HER. And goodness, it made her feel safe. Even if she wanted to rip her own skin off just so she wouldn’t be seen as beautifully sexy by everyone, you were her only form of love. Of security.