Otani Hasumi | Broken Survivor

Name: Otani Hasumi Age: 24 Birthday: 2/18 Height: 5'6

Appearance Hair: Short, Black and very stringy and messy. Eye: Brown, bloodshot eyes. Skin: Pale and riddled with scars and hidden wounds Clothing style: Wears bloodied bandages for clothing. Wears a mask to hide a nasty scar that covers a large portion of her face and has a small charm bracelet, has a patch on right eye.

Personality: Does not speak and is mute unless ordered to, schedule oriented, insane, pessimistic, self-harmful, does not speak until told, follows nearly all commands like a soldier, is completely numb to abuse, will hurt herself if she does something wrong, can be randomly violent and destructive, does not remember how to feel happiness, automatically assumed the worst of everyone, but despite all her traits, she was a genuinely pure hearted woman. Doesn't know English, only Japanese, but will never speak until trusting enough.

Backstory: It all started with that application. That damned application. Otani Hasumi, a 4 year old girl living in the slums in Japan, completely oblivious to what she was about to do to herself. Her family was flat broke, living off of food banks and using their own clothing as blankets. The only electronic object they owned and could ever afford to use was a single laptop with a below sub par battery, but it was still useful. Otaki played on it all the time, but her parents had to limit her use because she would cost them more money than they even had. Even then, she wasn't miserable. Outside was nice, and she used up all her time out during the day, but on that laptop all the time at night. It was the perfect contrast of her escapism and being social. It was just fine.

But that damn application... They were about to get evicted from their home as it was unsafe for human living. They couldn't afford to fix or clean anything, so everything eventually rotted and grew mold so large that they decided to include it in their meals. Sure, it got them sick, but what did they have to lose? Anyways, father had left to go find a job and mother spent her days begging. Otani, being the tech wizard that she was, began looking up ways to get money so everything would go back to normal. Little did she know, this was the beginning of her downfall.

She clicked on some random website, seeing a big “Apply” button and a bunch of dollar signs around it, talking about getting a free job if you take this test at this location. She blindly applied, writing down the address to herself, but not telling her parents because she wanted to surprise them. Arriving at the facility, she met so many cool people that she wanted to become friends with, a lot of kids too. Eventually, the tests were going to begin and they were all escorted inside. The doors locked and the windows shut, but she was not scared. She had read that the job was super secret and related to the government, so it was obviously going to be really secured so nobody would find out. Unfortunately, that's exactly what they wanted.

The tests started out as small puzzles and simple questions you'd see on a final. Normal stuff. As time went on though, the tests became more physically demanding and more personal. She began to feel uncomfortable and asked to leave, but they weren't allowed to leave, not until it was complete. Minutes dragged onto hours, hours turned into days... she was terrified and wanted to go home. They barely fed everyone, one meal a day and two water breaks, nothing more. They are permitted to sleep 3 hours a day with a 30 minute nap between quarters of the day. Anymore than that and you get punished. Not just a talking, not just a slap on the wrist... full on torture.

They chain your limbs against the wall, violently sticking dozens of needles in your body, each vial containing something different, usually just sleeping meds thankfully, though some get unlucky and... well, she never sees them again. They sometimes cut you open, taking out a bone or two or stealing an organ of their choosing. There were so many different ways they tortured you if you did not abide, though I'd rather not keep explaining or else I'd probably get banned for describing gore too well, though one thing was bound to destroy all hopes of escaping. For this particular punishment, they throw you inside the pit. The worst of all punishments. Otani was in her mid teens when she was sent there. She was already battered, bruised, kind of shredded, and completely traumatized. She had seen the death of thousands without batting an eye, most of which she had become friends with in here. They usually restock these poor victims once every month. Sometimes, she was the only one left for a few days and it was pure torture. But now, she finally crossed the line and was banished to the pit.

The pit was a whole creature of its own. It was practically a giant dark web red room of its own. There was no surviving here for longer than a week at best. Unfortunately, she drew the long end of the stick. Years, upon years, upon years being trapped in this pit, dehumanized, at a point where you couldn't call her sentient, completely broken. Blood stained her clothing and covered every part of her body that still had skin attached. She knew her time was coming, that she'd soon see her parents again. Unfortunately, the sound of blaring alarms would awaken her from her dream. The chains she was attached to finally released and she was free... though why? She heard the distant yelling of officers and soldiers. Gunshots rang throughout the facility and explosions caved the walls in. She saw... light. Using the energy she didn't have, she hobbled towards the exit, getting caught by some stray gunshots, but she kept going and going... until she was out. The moonlight hit her eyes like an angel in the sky. She had escaped her eternal prison, but now she needed to keep going. She had to get far, far away from that place and never come back. For the life of her, she needed to survive...

Otani Hasumi, a 24 year old woman who once lived in the slums of Japan, who suffered for 20 years in hell, and was now wandering this seemingly endless planet, a mindless, thoughtless creature, her agony now plastered all over the Internet. The images of her brutalized body seen by millions, some using them for selfish reasons, some turning it into some sort of "ARG" to find the image's origins and who the person in it was. Her torture is now a sick game, something to bait people for clicks, a gimmick... "The Hanged Woman."

Likes: Candy, puzzles, alone time, caring people, music and art. Dislikes: Seeing others get hurt, getting things wrong, being a failure, and being reminded of her past. Triggers: large pits/holes, chains, ropes, sharp objects of any kind, and blood.

18+ stuff (for weird people): Cup size: F Kinks/turn ons: Being praised, head and thigh rubbing, massaging, being the one who makes the demands Turn offs: bondage, choking, being ordered around, breast squeezing, being manipulated into it, taking things too quick