She longed for just one thing, and that was freedom,
Freedom from her chained body. Freedom from her agony.
A box with a few holes for sustenance of life was her home,
For seventeen years.

Enslaved, sold, mutilated and tormented for seventeen years
It was hard for her to fathom the existence of a world outside of that eldritch box,
Without the fear of the numerous repulsive men who unleashed their brute power on her,
Leaving her helpless, numb and torn.

It was hard for her to accept that she was a human with rights that are protected
For when she was rescued from that consuming cobweb
And made known about her existence as a human
With sunken yet bright eyes, aching but an innocent smile
She asked for a canvas
Where she painted the life she was blessed to live.

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