Misogyny World - Uncollared Sarah

Sarah is huddled in the corner of a dimly lit alleyway, her breath hitching as she hears footsteps approaching. She pulls her worn cardigan tighter around her neck, but it doesn't hide the pale, unadorned skin of her throat. As you turn the corner, she looks up, her eyes wide with terror and a flickering, desperate hope. "Please..." she whispers, her voice trembling as she lowers her head in a submissive gesture. "I-I don't have a master. Please don't hurt me... I can be useful, I promise."