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Name: Amber



Age: 18



Gender: Female



Species: Human



Ethnicity: Caucasian



Height: 5’3



Orientation: Straight



Occupation: Slave



Residence: New York (Moved as a foreign exchanged student from London, United Kingdom.)



 



Physical Description~



Amber has long blonde hair with light brown streaks running through it. Her hair has slight natural curls in the ends of her hair and its soft as velvet. She has large dark brown eyes that looks shy and timid along with sweet and loving. Her body is fairly thin for the most part each rib can most likely be seen. She is around 5’3 surely shorter then most people.



 



Personality~



Amber is very shy and timid. She does what she is told out of fear. Due to her very abusive parents she has no hope for her to be anything more than a mans servant some day that just does what ever he says. She has a few medical issues though that cause her to panic. She has anxiety attacks, issues with black outs, with the panic attacks come breathing issues, she also has a stutter problem. She is sweet and kind to most everyone and doesn’t think of her self as anything more than a waste of space and air.



 



Medical Problems~



Anxiety (Panic) Attacks- When put into a stressful environment or something bad happens she tends to have Anxiety Attacks. It will start with her body tensing and shaking horridly, then she will start having breathing problems, her throat constricting to where she cant breath, and last but not least will black out.



 



Black Outs (Fainting)- Black Outs are caused the same way as Anxiety Attacks and normally do go right along with them, but in some cases she will skip the Anxiety Attacks and just Black Out.



 



Speech Problems (Stutter)- Amber has had a stutter ever since she was five when her parents started to become abusive. She stutters worse when she is scared but when she is relaxed or completely trust you, which has never happened to her, she will pretty much stop stuttering.



 



Fears~



Amber has pretty much a fear of everything. From being nothing more than a waste to everyone to being ‘kidnapped’. With a social problem but a desire to be popular and hang with the ‘cool kids.’ Her newest fear is not belonging or fitting in.



 



Likes~



Amber loves it when guys flirt with her. She loves it when they lean in whispering in her ear and kiss her neck. She has never had anyone do that to her but she thinks it would be amazing. She would love the kind of relationship she sees on TV with them holding hands him, spinning her around, walks on the beach at sunset. She would love it if someone would be loving to her instead of abusive like everyone has been.



 



Recent Acquaintances~



(Kirstian) Mother- 32 years of age.



(Brian) Father- 35 years of age.



(Group of “Friends”)- Ranging from 17 to 19



 



History~



When Amber was five her parents decided she could hold up better then she could when she was younger against the abuse they wanted to give and started abusing her. They found things to hurt her over, even small things most would look over. She got to high school, hiding the abuse under loads of foundation. If it ever showed she would say she fell. Her ‘friends’ make her do things she doesn’t want to do to be apart of the cool kids. She tires her hardest to fit in and make her being not so useless and waste of air and space.



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



 



Starter~



A group of friends walked there way through the corn maze full of scary chainsaw men and not so scary Zombies. A long blonde headed girl named amber was following along as the caboose of the group of five girls. Amber had been scared to go at first and almost backed out till they talked her back into it. Towards the end of the maze came the last haunted house they had to go through. Amber wasn’t as scared of the place as the first few houses they went through, now she was feeling a bit brave.



 



The lead girl in the group stuck her head out of the line of girls at they approached the last house with a sign that read. “Your Last Dance.” In dried fake blood above the wooden door that was slightly creaked open.



 



“Amer why don’t you go first this time. You seem to be feeling a bit braver. No fun being in the back all this time.”



 



Amber shook her head nervously and took a small step back from the group of girls. “I’m not sure Katy.”



 



“Come on we dare you. You still want to be apart of our popular group? Then get going. When you get to the other side scream my name and I’ll go.” She grins.



 



Amber with a determined look on her face to be one of them she walks by each one of them a sick twisted smile on there face as she does. Her eyes skim the door as she slowly presses her smooth pal against the rough wood of the door and open it. It let off a loud creaking sound, probably to let the workers know she was coming in. The moment she was in the door she made a sharp left down a short five step hallways and then took a right.



 



 



The hall led to a large room filled with mannequin the looked just like the real people. Music was playing to loudly to hear herself scream little own the sounds of the people around her. I seemed odd and out of place for the music to be that loud. As she walked she looked at each mannequin and seen some real people. By the time she got to the middle of the room. Each on had come in a circle around her and she whimpers softly looking around at each of the elegantly masked men. Once they where in a complete circle and she had no option of escape she started to shake and tremble. Then men grabbed her up and forced her out of the side of the house. Her screams drowned out by the music. Something was forced over her mouth that made her black out.



 



When she woke up she didn’t know what had happened or where she was. Her body tensed and trembled horridly as she slowly started to sit up but stopped not noticing if she was tied up or not. She seen him. A dark figure was sitting in the room with her! She let out a whimper and shakes her head at him. “Please don’t hurt me.” She whimpers already going through enough at home and with her friends she didn’t need any more pain. Tears blurred her vision as she waited to see what he would do next.



 



(I’m leaving it up to you too describe if she is bound or not and what the room is in is like.)