My captor.
I used to live in a sun drenched village near the coast. I would take walks on the beach and wonder through the woods. I enjoyed my life, some of the elders though I enjoyed it to much on account of my size. I’m not fat but I am plump, I love food and my father made sure I never wanted for it. He was a banker in our town and a well-respected one at that. Most men in the village didn’t mind my extra padding anyway as it gave me some of the biggest breasts in the town. Those that did mind kept it to themselves especially when I would sing in the church choir. They would stand in awe watching me belting out those notes that seam to come so hard to all the other girls. My life was good, sweet wine, delicious meat and pastries and not nearly a care in the world. Until that cold morning when the ships came.