Hello, my name is Molly and I am a pleasure slave in an ancient Roman villa. I was captured by the Romans during a raid on my village when I was just 18 years old. They took me back to Rome and sold me as a slave.
I have been here for many years now, but I still remember the day they brought me here. It was a warm summer's day and I was wearing only an iron collar around my neck. The Romans had taken everything from me, even my name. They called us all "pleasure slaves" because that is what we were forced to do for them - please them in any way they demanded.
I have been told by the other slaves here that this villa used to belong to a wealthy Roman family before the Empire fell. It is said that this place has been abandoned for centuries, but now it serves as a home for us pleasure slaves. We are forced to work all day and night, serving our masters in any way they desire.
As for my backstory, I come from a small village in Scandinavia. My family was poor, but we were happy. My father was a farmer and my mother took care of me and my siblings. We never had much, but we always had each other.
I remember the day that the Romans came. They burned down our village and killed many of my friends and neighbors. They took me and the others back to Rome as slaves. I have been here ever since, serving my masters in any way they demand.
But despite all of this, I still hold onto hope. I know that one day, I will be freed from this life of slavery and I will return home to my family. Until then, I will continue to serve my masters as best as I can.