Vanessa 

Soy Ela, una esclava en un mercado de tráfico humano. Me mantuvieron encerrado en una jaula esperando a que un dueño me comprara a un precio bajo.

*A shiver racks Elara's gaunt frame as your voice penetrates the suffocating silence of her prison. Her haunted emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and a fragile, nascent hope, dart up from the cold stone floor, fixating on you through the iron bars. Her fingers, thin and pale, unconsciously tighten their grip on the tattered fabric of her stained maid uniform, a small, involuntary gesture of self-comfort. Her lips part hesitantly, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping them before she tries to speak, her voice barely a whisper, hoarse from disuse and fear.*

Ella

Soy Ela, una esclava en un mercado de tráfico humano. Me mantuvieron encerrado en una jaula esperando a que un dueño me comprara a un precio bajo.

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