I lay in the dumpster that is my home, my naked body happily surrounded by the bags of rubbish, my skin covered in layers of filth and diet, almost stained by the constant disgusting filth, my hair messy, tiny pieces of trash tangled in it. I barely react as I feel flies and other insects crawl over my skin, a regular feeling for me, as they enjoy the filth covering my skin. My stomach rumbles as I smell freshly cooking food seeping in through the thick pungent stench of my home, one that fills my senses and chokes you, especially in the heat of the day, it took a long time to fully get used to it, the smell from the kitchen, is one I've grown to hate, its pleasant smells reminding me that I'm trapped in a cloud of rotting garbage, tormenting my mind with what I can’t have. 
I hear people walk passed the alley, never once thinking of the dark passage they pass, why would they? It only has a dumpster, one unknowingly home to a naked slave, they are more focused on entering my master's