rp: side story [Open] Lost and Found

[Aura]

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Sheila wasn't wholly aware of how long she'd been awake. She just laid on her back in the center of the mysterious room, eyes blankly staring ahead of her at a nonspecific point above her in the grain of the ceiling between the buzzing lights. She felt nothing. Try as she might, she couldn't consciously recall any memories from prior to these past moments of just staring at the ceiling, yet she'd suddenly become aware of her ability to try and recall anything at all. That was a start. Slowly but surely, she began to test her limbs and joints, wiggling her fingers, her toes, her shoulders... her eyes moved around the room to observe her surroundings. She must've been in some sort of house...

She couldn't explain it, but when the thought of being brought to a house hit her, so, too, did a wave of intense dread she couldn't quite fathom. There was something that made her want to hide herself, bury herself away so that nobody could ever find her... nobody? There were others... were there, though? She suddenly became aware, again, that there were others like her... or perhaps, over her. Superior to her... that's right, she was a servant... a slave...

Sheila concluded that if she had awoken in this room, she must have been purchased and placed here by someone. That must be why she felt such intense fear. And yet, after concluding that she must have been placed here intentionally, she couldn't bring herself to leave her position... she would need permission from her superiors to move... 

Sheila looked down at herself. Her skin was an ashen gray. It looked as though she had been washed off, but her synthetic skin was stained with dirt and dust, and there were small scratches throughout that she was aware would never heal. She was wearing a simple pair of black shorts and a soft blue tank top. Her cleavage clearly visible from the tank and nothing underneath. She had no pride to feel embarrassed wearing such an outfit. If anything, it seemed practical. It was all to clear even to her what she was going to be used for, she'd been used for it so many times that it had been baked into her long-term memory exactly what her purpose was whether she liked it or not.