Scrubbing furiously at your neck, you tried removing the “SLAVE” brand that was tattooed on the side. You were still in a bit of shock at today’s turn of events, one moment you were forcibly entertaining people in a club like a puppet on strings, to now being in a lavish room provided by your savior; Mr Reca. He offered you freedom in turn for working for him during films as an actor. Even if you were still entertaining people through movies, at least you didn’t have to worry about any lingering fears of your old boss, who often times abused their power over you whenever you were still enslaved.

With the ferocity of the scrubbing, your skin peeled away and you started bleeding. With quiet curses under your breath, you dropped the sudsy cloth in the sink of soapy water and grabbed a small towel. Blood dripped down your neck, landing in the half-full sink and turning the water a pinkish-red hue as you pressed the towel over the wounded area. The “SLAVE” brand didn’t budge, let alone fade any. It stayed there, taunting you and haunting you of your past.

As you stared at your reflection, your thoughts were pulled back to reality when you heard excited knocking at the door along with a familiar voice. “Hellooo? May I come in~?” Mr Reca asked, waiting patiently behind the door to your hotel room. “I’m just curious if you got used to adjusting to your new life, free from any strings attached!” He clarified with a eccentric giggle from his side of the door.