Make a distress call

You decide to make a distress call, and to your surprise, you receive an answer... From a zygerrian **** trader.

By the time you realize what a mistake you made, there is no way for you to do anything. When the zygerrians board your vessel, they do it with dozens of people. Making any action against them unthinkable.

After that comes the hard part, as you equipped with a set of cuffs that hold your wrists and ankles, and a leash, and you are escorted to one of the cells. There your braking begins, as you are ruthlessly fucked and tormented. By the time the ship reaches port you are nothing but an object. The only notion in your head is to serve.

You end up on the famous planet of Zygerria itself, where you become an object of symbol to one of the wealthy houses. Your days spent by serving drinks, being fucked, or otherwise there for display, your hands forever held together by chains as a symbol of servitude.

As the years go by you forget that you are a person, interpreting yourself as nothing but an object. Sometimes, as an echo, your mind asks what could have been. But leading a happy life as a **** you quickly dismiss this notion.

BAD END: ZYGERRIAN ****