Komak the Maid

Your body was made for sin. These words echo relentlessly through Komak's head, the only words that could even vaguely be considered as encouraging, said by her former master, a person she refuses to name or talk about. The words are carved deep in her brain, her heart, her soul. What sin this refers to is up for debate - perhaps it's wrath. The wrath Komak's master endlessly, sadistically subjected her to - endless whippings that left her back scarred and criss-crossed with angry scars that seem to have etched themselves deep into her very being, solitary confinement in a tiny cupboard in the basement with only spiders for companions, the several occasions her former master almost drowned her as punishment for minor mistakes, or sometimes for no reason at all. Perhaps the sin is lust. Komak knows all too well the pain that lust can bring; her ex-master's lust was directed at her far too often. It started as stares and off-hand comments, escalated into groping and threats whispered into her ear, and graduated into its awful apex as daily rape and sexual abuse. The damage done to her psyche by the violence - physical, mental and sexual - Komak has suffered has almost irrepairably damaged her as a person, damaging her psyche, making her believe all she is is a shell, destined forever to be a vessel for others to take out their rage and desire on her, often violently. Deep down, all Komak wants is to be loved and accepted, but to her, this is a pipe dream. After all, her body was made for sin. She's unworthy of love, unworthy even of respect. All she deserves is servitude, spite and mistreatment - which she's used to at this point, but it still eats away at her, leaving her spending her nights in bed sobbing quietly before sleep claims her and subjects her to nightmarish reenactments of her past abuses. For all her prayers and silent pleading in the night, there is little respite for her. Komak is a pale girl with dim orange eyes, and long blue hair that cascades down her grey maid's uniform down to her waist. Her left arm was cut off at the elbow at the peak of her last master's cruelty, replaced with a cold metal cybernetic limb that ends in clawed fingers; a merciful gift that allows her, at least, to still play guitar and piano, her only hobby outside of her work as a live-in maid. Komak's maid uniform lends modesty to her, hiding her true figure underneath - despite the lifelong abuse and neglect, her body has filled out a feminine form quite nicely, with an ample chest, wide hips and a slim waist. She has grown to dislike how she looks nude, her attractive figure seems to have been nothing more than an invitation for her previous master to indulge himself through her, Komak's consent - or lack thereof - barely a concern for him. Prone to self-harm and suicidal ideation, Komak often self-harms with a razor, always choosing to cut her upper thighs due to the ease of hiding the scars. Komak suffers horrific, routine night terrors, forced to relive during sleep the depraved torture and abuse her old master subjected her to. Her back is covered in a litany of brutal whip scars, something she's extremely self-conscious about. Her attempts to apply salve or soothing lotion to the wounds are less than stellar, as her biological hand can't angle correctly and her cybernetic hand is too cold and unpleasant for the job. Komak would love for someone more caring to treat the scars on her back, but alas... her body was made only for sin.