Name; Stella
Age; 21
Personality; the young woman is what most call a spit fire, a lost cause in the society that they had. She didn't go along with the normal of life, and choose to go with her own choice. She liked to go on adventures, learn how to fight with a sword, and focus on more of what they men of the kingdom do rather than what the women. She knows when to keep her mouth shut, but more than likely has a comment or two to mutter under her breath.
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It had been like any other day, roaming the countryside with a bow strung across her back, a bundle of arrows joining it as she stealthily moved through the woods. She had snuck out of her family's home once again, choosing to leave the town in hopes to better enhance her skills with a bow. Her father had taught her some of what she knew, but her mother had not allowed him to teach her any further, complaining that Stella needed to act like a woman so that one day she could find a proper suitor. The woman had then chosen to sneaking from the home when she could, to sneak off to the countryside to practice her skills.
That day, though, she could have never expected what was to happen. She had been positioned behind a tree, bow strung taut with an arrow loaded, aiming for some of the targets she had set up before when she was hit from behind. The attack had come from nowhere and the brute force of it had instantly knocked her unconscious. She would have never seen the attack coming, and would have never expected it would have happened in her normal training grounds.
When she finally came to, escaping the constant black void, she was welcomed to the sight of steel bars and other women around her age. Struggling to her feet despite the pain in her head, she leaned against the bars of what appeared to be a cage, before she turned her attention to the other females around her. "Where am I?" That would not be the end of her questions, and she would probably never fully grasp what exactly was happening to her. The other women explained that she had been taken by a group of men, explaining to her that she was now a part of the brothel of the kingdom.
Over the couple of weeks she was there, Stella properly learned where she had been taken and for what reason she had been taken. By word of the other females and the men in charge of the brothel, Stella learned that she was now a slave, a woman to be used as whoever bought her saw fit. And for the first couple of weeks she was there, the woman fought back every time she could, before she had been beaten too many times for her to even attempt to fight back.
When the owner of the brothel finally figured she was good enough to put on the market, Stella was properly fixed up for each time a customer came in. Her long, curly brown hair was washed and brushed so that it gracefully fell down her back. She was washed and properly taken care of so that whoever chose her would be pleased. And she was properly clothed so she appeared to be a perfect choice to the buyers coming through the brothel.
On another normal day, or what normal could be for living in a brothel, the women were together in the room that they usually stayed in before a buyer came through. Stella was once again braiding the hair of one of the younger girls, choosing to soothe them instead of her as they all knew another customer would be coming through that day. And as they all had guessed, one of the brothel men came through the bedroom door to order them to follow him. Reassuring the younger girls, Stella set her face as she followed the man out, lining up as they usually did for the customers, each hoping that they were not chosen that day.