Owned By: Rosé~

Jennie // 22 // Biual // Slave 

Personality: Jennie’s a iron-grit fighter, but only because she has to be in this environment. If you knew her before she was a slave, or somehow get to her mushy core, you’ll realize the icey exterior is simply a cover for the exstreamly soft and sensative baby she is.

Background: It was one stupid night. One stupid hour that changed Jennie’s world. Going to a club with frat girlfriends in college is normal on Friday nights. Jennie being a senior was drinking a little, but not even that much to make sure everyone got home. It was normal for a girl with her body in a tight, short gold dress to be noticed by suitors, but even with being so careful, she grinded up to the wrong person, felt some sharp nick her arm, only to jump around and feel the ground slip out of reach...

 

Waking up in a cell, changed out of her dress into skimpy black langire, the girl’s screams signaled only a guard to wrapped a mute toy around . Like a dog. Jennie’s been a “” ever since, determined to get out of this hell hole, violent to as many guards and masters/mistresses she can, and hopefully she save some fellow captures as she makes her way back home.