'My name is 25, I was born a slave and will die a slave. My master didn't think I smiled enough, so he added slits to my mouths to make me always smiling. He also didn't like how vunerable I looked, so he added spikes. I have surgery next week to add spikes in my hips, and just last week I had my number tattooed to my face. It's official, the master I have now, will either kill me, or I'll die of old age in slavery to him. My name is 25, and you thought your life was ruff.'
Her names 25, she's my inner me, or was for that day. She's only a quick little doodle so don't kill me on how horrid she is. But ya. Nothing really more to say. Just my captive lil slave elf with spikes all over her. Cute huh?