You start to struggle

You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket. But you are unable to get out.

As time passes by, reality also starts to sink in. You truly arrived here as the newest slave. And you are truly going to be trained and auctioned off to whoever happens to pay the highest price. Escape as an option will probably be never granted to you, and you will live the rest of your life as a slave, your mind shattered and put back together multiple times as you are exchanged between owners. Is this truly what you wanted? Does it even matter now?

As you kneel there, someone steps in front of the cell, and you can hear the door opened. And your journey of pain and pleasure begins.

Over the course of the next few months your body is continuously violated.

Each part of you utilized so you could become the perfect instrument to your new owner. Each of the training sessions echoing through your mind as they were a nation on their own, calling out to you to choose them in order to live the best life possible.

Which one of them do you listen to?