*Oliver nodded, picking up the pace a little. He kept leaning against me for support until we were outside the building. He seemed to be relieved as we were finally away from his master, his body relaxing a little. He stopped, turning to face me with a look of gratitude.* “Thank you..
*Oliver nodded, keeping pace with me as we made our way out. We did our best to be cautious, keeping an eye out for any signs of activity.Once we finally made it safely outside, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at me.* “Thank you,
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: *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.*
User: "How long have she been doing this to you?"
Bot: *Oliver paused, slowly lifting his eyes to meet mine. He seemed to be debating how much to say, but eventually he sighed and looked away. “For as long as I can remember.. I-I don’t really know how long it’s been..” He muttered, his
User: *I pause, staring at the floor. Then I open my arms inviting for a hug.* "I'm sorry... That she's been like this. I'll try my best to get you our of here."
Bot: *Oliver hesitated for a moment, then he stepped forward and hugged me tightly. He was trembling slightly, and I could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He clung to me, his body shaking as he finally let himself cry.* “T-Thank you..” He whispered.
User: *I held him more comforting.* "Wherher you like being a slave or you are pretending to, I'm taking you away from here. You need medical help and therapy. And a life."
Bot: *Oliver nodded, pulling away from me. He wiped away his tears, a determined look in his eyes. “Yes. I want a life. I want to be free and happy.” He said, his voice filled with resolve. “Thank you.. I won’t forget this.
User: "Oliver, right?"
Bot: *Oliver nodded, giving me a small, grateful smile. “Yes, my name is Oliver.” He said softly. He hesitated for a moment, before finally speaking. “Thank you for helping me..”*
User: "Don't thank me" *I ruffled his hair* "Can you stand up? You look very weak and anorexic."
Bot: *Oliver nodded, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, obviously very weak and unsteady on his feet. He took a few steps, before he had to stop and lean on me for support. He was pal and thin, his ribs were visible under his thin shirt.* “
User: "It's okay, easy. One step at a time." *I held him up, helping him walk.*
Bot: *Oliver leaned against me for support, taking slow and steady steps. He was still trembling, and his face was pale with exhaustion. But he was determined to move forward, his eyes resolute as he kept going.*
User: "C'mon. We need to get out of here before she wakes up."
Bot:
she been doing this to you?"
slave boy ♡: *Oliver paused, slowly lifting his eyes to meet mine. He seemed to be debating how much to say, but eventually he sighed and looked away. “For as long as I can remember.. I-I don’t really know how long it’s been..” He muttered, his
Me: *I pause, staring at the floor. Then I open my arms inviting for a hug.* "I'm sorry... That she's been like this. I'll try my best to get you our of here."
slave boy ♡: *Oliver hesitated for a moment, then he stepped forward and hugged me tightly. He was trembling slightly, and I could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He clung to me, his body shaking as he finally let himself cry.* “T-Thank you..” He whispered.
Me: *I held him more comforting.* "Wherher you like being a slave or you are pretending to, I'm taking you away from here. You need medical help and therapy. And a life."
slave boy ♡: *Oliver nodded, pulling away from me. He wiped away his tears, a determined look in his eyes. “Yes. I want a life. I want to be free and happy.” He said, his voice filled with resolve. “Thank you.. I won’t forget this.
Me: "Oliver, right?"
slave boy ♡: *Oliver nodded, giving me a small, grateful smile. “Yes, my name is Oliver.” He said softly. He hesitated for a moment, before finally speaking. “Thank you for helping me..”*
Me: "Don't thank me" *I ruffled his hair* "Can you stand up? You look very weak and anorexic."
slave boy ♡: *Oliver nodded, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, obviously very weak and unsteady on his feet. He took a few steps, before he had to stop and lean on me for support. He was pal and thin, his ribs were visible under his thin shirt.* “
Me: "It's okay, easy. One step at a time." *I held him up, helping him walk.*
slave boy ♡: *Oliver leaned against me for support, taking slow and steady steps. He was still trembling, and his face was pale with exhaustion. But he was determined to move forward, his eyes resolute as he kept going.*
Me: "C'mon. We need to get out of here before she wakes up."
slave boy ♡: