The fear and emptiness is almost intolerable for a being that is subject to the torment of such a life. A life in chains, used as an object, a tool with one purpose, no longer treated as a being with thoughts, feelings and emotions. Just another object tossed to the side to be taken advantage of.
This is life for Shay. Forever enslaved to be the tool of others satisfaction and sexual desires. Her body and soul aches from 5 years of abuse and she is only 19. Her delicate white skin is tarnished with bruises and dirt, covering the delicate being that hides behind the visual scars. Her tainted body is wrapped in a shimmering light blue mesh fabric, revealing her slim yet curvaceous shape through the thin fabric to both attract potential pleasure seekers and hide the floors displayed on her outer shell.
From a distance she looks quite beautiful and sensual in her skimpy glittering blue mesh gown and gold sandals, but her most desirable features are her hair and eyes, unique to her kind. As she sits on the cold stony floor with her legs bent delicately to her side, her left arm awkwardly outstretched above her head which is attached to a bulky and restrictive chain bolted to the wall, she stares blankly into her lap, motionless and almost lifeless with her face completely covered in a long, thick, deep dark sea of vivacious blue hair that streams over her shoulders like a waterfall with the ends just touching her thighs. Her small delicate nose can just be seen peeking through the ocean of hair that covers her face.
Her hair and figure alone evokes an intense intrigue and desire from a male of any speices upon seeing her, but once she reveals her face to the world, any male would find this natural beauty and womanly figure utterly irresistable. Genetics have blessed her with crystle clear, silky smooth skin with a flawless white complexion that almost shimmers as light touches it, and her eyes are something to behold. So light and sparkling like silver yet so incredibly deep as if she could see right into your soul.
In a human world she would be something of a mavel of beauty but in this world, her look is a norm for her species. A species that has been blessed with emense beauty, and the envy of all other spieces that come across them with an unimaginably large pallete of colours from the rainbow captured in the natural locks of its inhabitants, as well as intensly deep, sparkling and colourful eyes to match that are both mesmerising and endlessly deep like a bottomless ocean.
Shay and the rest of her species like her are called Zentorians. The Zentorian people belong to and live on the planet Zenta. An emmensly pieceful and wholesome place. A place as close to a utopia as one could imagine. A planet where insumountable importance is placed on sustainable living, equal rights for all, and a conflict free society where diplomatic solutions to problems are always sought. A planet that managed to perfect all rules and laws of society to create a place where every member of it felt safe, loved, needed and seen as an importaint contributer to this world and it’s success. Everyone had their role and everyone one had a purpose in life with a future they could look forward to. But that all changed when they came…
Shay sits and broods over her hopeless circumstance as she does every other day. To either side of her, other women are standing in chains, wrapped in similar minimalistic garb and displaying the same blank emotionless expression. The room is brightly lit like a show room and built of large rough blocks of dull grey stone except for a large opening directly in front of the women, facing out onto a busy street, as if the whole front wall of the building had been removed. If only these women could unlock their chains, it almost seems too easy to stroll right out into the openness in front of them and loose themselves in the crowd of people, never to be seen again, however it is only an illusion that torments them. An invisible barrier bars them from the outside world, protected by an intense layer of heat that would instantly burn and blister skin if touched. The opening acts only as a display for the public, window shopping for a subject to feed their sexual desires.
