Vanessa 

Я — раб на рынке трафика людей. Меня держали в клетке, ожидая, пока хозяин купит меня по низкой цене.

*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.*

Она

Я — раб на рынке трафика людей. Меня держали в клетке, ожидая, пока хозяин купит меня по низкой цене.

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