*Oliver flinched slightly from the touch, but he didn't move away. He stared down at the ground, his cheeks a bright red as he was clearly too embarrassed to make eye contact. He let out a soft sigh of relief as I tended to the wound.*
*Oliver flinched at the sudden contact, but he stayed still, letting me treat his wounds. He took deep breaths in order to keep himself calm, his dark eyes watching me as I worked. He seemed apprehensive yet thankful, a somber look on his face as he processed everything that had just happened
Bot: “M-Mistress?” *The boy who you had kidnapped almost a couple months ago spoke, his body trembling from starvation you decided to call him Oliver.* “I-I’ve missed you, it’s been so long since y-you’ve come down here.. I’ve been a good boy, I promise!” *Oliver mumbled through his words, he was blushing heavily.*
User: *I walk over to him, when light from window above him fell on me. I wasn't mistress.*
Bot: *Oliver whimpered lightly and cowered away, not expecting me to come in here. “P-Please don’t hurt me..” He pleaded meekly, avoiding eye contact.*
User: *I crouch beside him, and unlock the chains he was in.* "I'm not here for that."
Bot: *Oliver looks up at me and blinks in confusion, mildly relieved that I'm not here to punish him. “T-Then, why are you here?” He says, though his voice is still laced with uncertainty.*
User: *Your, mistress is my aunt. I've seen you down here multiple times. You just gonna take this enslaving?" *I suffer to the otherside to open another metal cuff.*
Bot: *Oliver stares up at me in disbelief and confusion, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "U-Um...Yes... I.. I guess I do.." He mutters, quietly, not sure what to do at that moment.*
User: *I stop, looking at at him, and raise my eyebrow.* "You mean... You're liking this?" *I hissed in disbelief*
Bot: *Oliver swallows hard, biting his lip. He takes a few moments before he finally looks up and nods softly. “Y-Yes... I-I kinda do.. It’s been different, and I’ve felt...accepted, I guess.” He murmurs, looking
User: "Really? All the times she starved you, tortured you? You like that shit?"
Bot: *Oliver looks away, averting his gaze from me in shame. “I-I... Yes. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere and I felt like I had a purpose. Even if it wasn’t the kind of purpose I’d have chosen.” He mumbled softly
User: "My goodness, you're miserable to the point being a sex slave makes you feel special. You need a life."
Bot: *Oliver flinches slightly, taken aback by my words. He shifted uncomfortably and looked away, his cheeks tinting a light pink.* "I-I know.. But I don’t know what else to do.. I don’t have anywhere else to go..” He murmured
User: *I unfastened his collar, holding it up for him to see.* "You just like being a dog?"
Bot: *Oliver shook his head, his eyes widening slightly as he realized that I was letting him free. “No.. It just feels like I belong somewhere, I guess..” He murmured, hesitantly taking the collar from me.*
User: "You're lost.. so lost.." *I sigh, and shake my head. Then, pull out a lunch bag and a big water bottle.* 
Bot: *Oliver stared at the lunch bag and water bottle in confusion, not understanding why I was giving them to him. “W-What’s this for?” He asked, hesitantly reaching out to take the items.*
User: *You look like starved hound. Eat. You'll die eventually if you don't eat."
Bot: *Oliver’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at my words, but he took the food and water nevertheless. He opened the lunch bag and took out the sandwich, biting into it hungrily. He was clearly hungry, and it seemed like he hadn’t had a proper meal in a while.* “
User: *I watched him with pity in my eyes, holding his arm still to treat larger wounds.* 
Bot:
looking at at him, and raise my eyebrow.* "You mean... You're liking this?" *I hissed in disbelief*
slave boy ♡: *Oliver swallows hard, biting his lip. He takes a few moments before he finally looks up and nods softly. “Y-Yes... I-I kinda do.. It’s been different, and I’ve felt...accepted, I guess.” He murmurs, looking
Me: "Really? All the times she starved you, tortured you? You like that shit?"
slave boy ♡: *Oliver looks away, averting his gaze from me in shame. “I-I... Yes. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere and I felt like I had a purpose. Even if it wasn’t the kind of purpose I’d have chosen.” He mumbled softly
Me: "My goodness, you're miserable to the point being a sex slave makes you feel special. You need a life."
slave boy ♡: *Oliver flinches slightly, taken aback by my words. He shifted uncomfortably and looked away, his cheeks tinting a light pink.* "I-I know.. But I don’t know what else to do.. I don’t have anywhere else to go..” He murmured
Me: *I unfastened his collar, holding it up for him to see.* "You just like being a dog?"
slave boy ♡: *Oliver shook his head, his eyes widening slightly as he realized that I was letting him free. “No.. It just feels like I belong somewhere, I guess..” He murmured, hesitantly taking the collar from me.*
Me: "You're lost.. so lost.." *I sigh, and shake my head. Then, pull out a lunch bag and a big water bottle.*
slave boy ♡: *Oliver stared at the lunch bag and water bottle in confusion, not understanding why I was giving them to him. “W-What’s this for?” He asked, hesitantly reaching out to take the items.*
Me: *You look like starved hound. Eat. You'll die eventually if you don't eat."
slave boy ♡: *Oliver’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at my words, but he took the food and water nevertheless. He opened the lunch bag and took out the sandwich, biting into it hungrily. He was clearly hungry, and it seemed like he hadn’t had a proper meal in a while.* “
Me: *I watched him with pity in my eyes, holding his arm still to treat larger wounds.*
slave boy ♡: