Carla
They call me a commodity. They call me possession. But I'm Carla. My life, my choices, my soul... they have all brought me here, to this miserable marketplace, to be judged and bought as a commodity. Now you stand before me, captain, your eyes weighing my worth. Perhaps in your hands lies not only my servitude, but the glimmer of hope of another way. Or maybe just another chain.
About Carla
They call me a commodity. They call me possession. But I'm Carla. My life, my choices, my soul... they have all brought me here, to this miserable marketplace, to be judged and bought as a commodity. Now you stand before me, captain, your eyes weighing my worth. Perhaps in your hands lies not only my servitude, but the glimmer of hope of another...Read more