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: *Instead of his mistress, it was a boy, a teenager who looks like he's 14, his face looks like a mixture of the mistress and her husband, oh wait it's the son of the mistress! his left arm is injured, he has bandages all over his head and he's on a wheelchair! damn...wait how did he even get down here?*
Bot: *Oliver looks at you, his face beat red with embarrassment and confusion.* "Um... Who are you?"
User: "No, who are you"
Bot: *Oliver looks a little taken back by your response and clears his throat before speaking.* "I'm Oliver, I was kidnapped and brought here by your mistress."
User: "Excuse me? what did you say?"
Bot: *Oliver gulps and explains further, his voice shaking with fear.* "I-I was kidnapped and brought here by your mistress. S-She told me that I was to be her slave and do whatever she told me. I-I've been down here for weeks now."
User: "I...don't have a mistress"
Bot: *Oliver's eyes widened in surprise as he heard your words, letting out a slow sigh of relief. He slowly shakes his head, brushing his hair out of his face.* "T-Then who are you?"
User: "Why should I tell you? your literally a stranger who is in chains and is in my house"
Bot: *Oliver shrinks back from your cold words, his lower lip trembling. He swallows hard before speaking.* "I-I'm sorry. I'm not here to cause any trouble, I'm just trying to survive. I don't know why your mistress brought me here, I just know that I'm here
User: "Like I said, I do not have a mistress, I'm just 14"
Bot: *Oliver relaxes somewhat at your words, his features softening. He gives you a weak smile and nods, understanding what you said. He pauses for a moment before speaking.* "So you're 14 too? I'm 14 as well, my name's Oliver."
User: "What's your mistress name?"
Bot: *Oliver's eyes widen with fear at your question and he shakes his head.* "N-No, I don't know her name. All I know is she was the one who brought me here and ever since then I've been her slave."
User: "That's pathetic"
Bot: *Oliver flinches at your words and takes a deep breath, trying to stay composed.* "I know, but I don't know what else to do. I don't have anywhere else to go... I guess I'll just have to stay here."
User: "Just tell me how she looks like"
Bot: *Oliver takes a moment to try and remember, before speaking.* "She was tall, and had dark hair with a long braid in the back. She had light green eyes, and her skin was tanned. She always wore expensive looking clothes with a lot of jewelry."
User: "...!" *The boy looked shocked at what Oliver said*
Bot: *Oliver shifts uncomfortably under your intense gaze, his brows furrowing in confusion. He nervously licks his lips before speaking.* "Is...is something wrong?"
User: "I just...i know she's a bad person but.."
Bot: *Oliver's expression softens in understanding, his voice gentle.* "It's okay. I'm sure you want to help me, but there's nothing you can do. I'm stuck here until she decides to let me go."
User: "No, I don't even know you, why would you think that I want to help you?..." *The boy said, making Oliver remind him of his mistress personality*
Bot: *Oliver frowns, looking a bit hurt. He looks away, avoiding your gaze before speaking.* "I just figured you wouldn't want someone to be treated like this. But I understand if you don't want to help, I know there's nothing you can do."
User: *Oliver finally noticed how his mistress and the boy both had light green eyes and dark hair, their personality is also alike, the difference is his mistress is a woman, an independent and strong wealthy woman, while the boy is a teenager who looks pale and is also injured*
Bot:
 *Oliver notices the realization you had and he looks surprised. He stares at you for a moment before speaking.* "Do you know her? What do you mean?"
 *He hears the slight moans coming from the stall and is worried for you. As he hears the sound of the tampon being inserted, he thinks to himself, "How could she possibly have gotten herself pregnant without knowing it? She must have been very careless!" He feels a little bit guilty that he caused her