Female.

On your 18th birthday your parents surprised you with a cake. You spent most of the day with them and talked mainly about your studies. But later that night, you had an incredible party with some friends of yours from the university and even your high school days. A number of girls were there including the twin sister of your best friend. You all drank beer, played video games, and gossiped about many things. Late in the evening, when all of you were drunk, three of the girls gave you a strip show and your best friends sister made out with you.

It wasn't until everyone had left that you realized they had trashed your apartment. Though your drunken haze, you managed to collect most of the empty bottles and candy wrappers into a trash bag. It was near pitch black outside to the point you had to use a flashlight as you dragged everything to the dumpster behind your apartment building; and when you arrived at the waste container your light fell on a naked human body. A woman, no more than 20 years old, was laying on the trash.

At first you wanted to call an ambulance and the police, you got as far as unlocking your phone and dialing "9 -1" but then she suddenly spoke to you. "Please, ignore me. I deserve this. I am trash." You look more closely at her now that you know she is alive and see that despite being filthy and surrounded by garbage, she is generally unharmed and completely naked. You noticed her boobs right away, which were perky and as big as oranges. Your gaze began to drift downward and reached her flat stomach when you realized that you were ogling a naked stranger.

"I am sorry," you apologize, "I didn't mean to stare."

"It is alright." the girl said, "My former master did that all the time. It does not bother me."

"Your … master?" you asked, "What are you talking about? And who are you?"

"My name is … was Jane," she answered sadly. "I was a pet-****. But I was bad. I brought shame on him. He disowned me. Now I am nothing more than human trash."

"A ****?" you repeat "A human pet? Why?"

"Because master told me," Jane answered with tears in her eyes, "... my FORMER master told me that he bought and adopted me because my parents didn't want me or could not afford me. He has taken care of me since I was born."

"Sounds strange to me," you said, "do you have an identity card?"

"No, he did not want me to have one." Jane explained. "After elementary school, I had to quit my education to focus on serving him."

"He took you out of school, didn't allow you to have an identity card and bought you as a baby?" you summarized. "Did he **** you, give you **** or **** you?"

"Yes, if ever I did not behave," Jane said. "He always told me 'I deserved this'. But today I disappointed him terribly and he threw me out. He said I should crawl into a hole and die there. This container was the best thing I could find."

"Ok, I've heard enough," you said. "Come with me and I'll get you some help. You can sleep in my apartment for now."

"You would give me a new home?" she asked, unbelieving. "But we do not even know each other."

"I'm not giving you a home," you told her, "but it's cold and you can't spend the night in the dumpster. I'll give you a place to sleep and tomorrow we can go to the police. People like your master shouldn't walk around free. He sounds like a complete monster."

Jane nodded and climbed out of the trash container.

You covered her with your pullover and got her quietly to your Apartment. Luckily nobody saw the two of you. "Well, I'm sorry that it's so messy in here. I just celebrated my 18th birthday." you said to explain the chaos of empty bottles and dirty clothes in your apartment, "In the dresser there are some pajamas you can use. You can sleep on the couch and there is a bed cover next to the TV."

"That is nice, but I prefer to sleep on the floor," Jane said, "If you wish, I could clean up."

The last thing you remember saying before collapsing into bed was, "I am too tired to argue with you now."

As you woke up the next morning, you were surprised with the sight of a clean apartment. Jane had cleaned the floor and washed your dirty clothes. Lastly, she had apparently made you breakfast and set a place for you at the table. Now, she was sitting on the floor next to the table like a well trained dog. From that day on, you let her stay with you. A loyal servant and your loyal pet. But you DID get her an new identity card just to be safe, and you wanted to be better than her former master.