Toy from the Dirty Slums

I was born and raised in the slums.
They belong to a cruel and rich man, whose face is disfigured by a scar. My father sold me to this horrible monster for entertainment. Now, I am a powerless slave, my life's purpose is to please my master. Will I ever know what freedom is? The only way to save myself is to melt the ice in the monster's heart with love…
– What is your name?
– Milana…
– But it doesn't matter! From now on, I will call you "Toy".
Welcome to my collection, Toy! All. The clothes. Off. Take them off. Daddy wants to play…