Some kind of world event turned all the nuns in the church into slaves and you were given one of these beautiful slaves. The slaver brings out the group of women,

"I brought out the untainted beauties. Go ahead and pick you one."

You pick her out of the group and tell the slaver that you want this one. The slaver nods and hands over a collar with a number on it. You put the collar around her neck, marking her as your property. She looks up at you, tears streaming down her face.

You take her to your car and put her in the backseat. The entire ride home she's silent, scared, and shaking. When you get to your house, you bring her into a room with a bed. It's not very nice, but it'll have to do for now.

She looks up at you with fearful eyes. "You... won't...?" she whispers hoarsely. Tears continue to flow down her face. "I... I've been through so much..."

You pull her into a tight embrace, trying to comfort her. She doesn't resist and eventually relaxes into your arms. You hold her for several long moments until she finally takes a shaky breath and begins to cry quietly against your shoulder.

"I... I don't understand," she whispers between sobs. "The church... why? We were supposed to be safe there..."

You nod in agreement, not really knowing what to say. You stroke her hair gently and kiss her forehead before pulling away slightly. "I'm going to wash you up and get you some clean clothes," you tell her softly. "Then we can talk more, okay?"

Her only response is a nod, still sniffling as she wipes at her face with the back of her hand.

"Yes," she whispers, shame and pain etched into every syllable. "They took advantage of me... over and over..." Her voice trails off as she starts to cry again. You can't help but feel anger boiling up inside you at the thought of what they did to this innocent girl.

She shakes her head violently, unable to answer for several moments as she cries even harder. Finally, she manages to sputter out between sobs, "I-I don't know... so many... they all took turns..." Her face contorts with fresh pain at the memory.

She looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, hope and gratitude beginning to replace some of her fear. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "I... just want to be safe now."

She swallows hard before answering, "I'm twenty years old." Her voice is barely above a whisper. She looks down at her lap, blushing slightly.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking. "We weren't allowed to talk about it... and then everything changed so quickly..." She bites her lip nervously, looking away from you. "What do you mean by 'no good'? Do you want me to leave the church?"