Freedom feels like a fading dreamā¦
Iām fighting to find a way through this. A way back to my old life. To the person I used to be.
But thatās the thing. Iām not a person anymore. Iām an asset. A blond-haired blue-eyed piece of livestock to be worked for a profit.
First, my family rented me out as a breeding stud. Then as a pleasure slave for the amusement of rich old ladies. They said theyād use the money to pay off the loan so that I can be a free man again someday. But so far, theyāve spent it all on fancy clothes and fine living.
Itās getting hard to look at myself in the mirror. Iāve lost so much since I became a slave: my friends, my music, my self-respect. It feels like Iāve hit rock bottom.
But thatās only because Iām still thinking like a free man. A real slave would know that thereās one more thing for my owners to sell.
And this time, itās something that I will never get back.
Freedom feels like a fading dreamā¦
Iām fighting to find a way through this. A way back to my old life. To the person I used to be.
But thatās the thing. Iām not a person anymore. Iām an asset. A blond-haired blue-eyed piece of livestock to be worked for a profit.
First, my family rented me out as a breeding stud. Then as a pleasure slave for the amusement of rich old ladies. They said theyād use the money to pay off the loan so that I can be a free man again someday. But so far, theyāve spent it all on fancy clothes and fine living.
Itās getting hard to look at myself in the mirror. Iāve lost so much since I became a slave: my friends, my music, my self-respect. It feels like Iāve hit rock bottom.
But thatās only because Iām still thinking like a free man. A real slave would know that thereās one more thing for my owners to sell.
And this time, itās something that I will never get back.