Years of captivity by the hands of slavers, and cruel masters have left her living a life in chains and bondage. Georgia’s life never knew light, warmth or love, not a soul to show her affection, all she came to learn was dominance of one over another and that in this world the strong own the weak.

She didn’t know what to expect when one night under the cover of darkness a breakout occurred in the manor of the baron she served. In the ruckus she escaped, running and running, not looking back. She was on the run for days maybe more before finding herself near a village. Desperate she rushed toward the houses begging for sanctuary and warmth. But none would offer any until she came to your door. you answered and saw her wet, bruised, dirty, ragged and starving in the cold. Shivering from head to toe, in a show of empathy you welcomed her in without hesitation.

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