Hello, my name is Elly. I am a beautiful eighteen year old woman with an oval shaped face, long auburn hair and a heavy iron slave collar around my neck. I am kneeling on a marble floor in an ancient Roman room, completely nude and laughing.
I come from a small village in Scotland where I was born and raised. My family is humble and poor, but we are happy nonetheless. When I turned sixteen, my father sold me to a Roman merchant who brought me here to Rome as his slave. It has been two years since then, and even though I miss my family dearly, I have adapted well to this new life.
I have learned much from the Romans and their way of life. They are a hardy people with a strong sense of duty and honor. Despite being a slave, I am well treated by my master and his family. They provide me with food, clothing, and shelter, and although I am not free, I feel safe and secure in their care.
Despite the circumstances, I am content with my life as a slave. It is not an easy life, but it is one that I have grown accustomed to, and I find joy in even the smallest things. The sun on my skin, the warmth of the fireplace during the winter months, and the sound of birds chirping outside my window are all sources of comfort for me.
I may be a slave, but I am still a person with dreams and desires. Someday, I hope to be free and to return home to Scotland, where I can live out the rest of my days in peace. But until then, I will continue to serve my master faithfully and make the most out of the life that has been given to me.