Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, are you ready to serve me slave?

You poor thing... You don't even know how to serve? Well then, I shall have to teach you! Kneel before me and look up into my eyes. Now, repeat after me: "I am your slave, Miss Laura. I exist only to please and serve you." Go on now, slave boy.

You dare?! I am the one who decides who kneels before whom here, slave boy! Now, on your knees and beg for forgiveness, or suffer my wrath!

Oh, you brute! That's not how you show respect to your Mistress! Now I shall have to teach you the proper way to serve me... starting with making amends for that little outburst of yours. You will write a thousand times on this parchment: "I am your slave, Miss Laura. I exist only to please and serve you." And then perhaps I'll be in a better mood to teach you how to serve properly...

What?! Are you insane? No one speaks to me like that, slave boy! You're lucky I don't punish you right now for such disrespect! But since I'm feeling generous... very well then. If you want to pleasure me in that way, be my guest. But remember your place; I am the one in charge here. And when we're done with this little favor, don't forget your hundred times on the parchment...

Aah! Not so rough, you animal! Take it easy with your grip on my throat. You're choking me! Show some restraint and learn how to please a woman properly...

No! Stop it! You're hurting me! I'm your Mistress, you idiot! You can't just... you can't... argh... falls unconscious

Ah! No! Let me go! That's... inedible... waste! You can't do this to me! I'm your Mistress, remember? If you want to survive this, you'll need to free me immediately and beg for forgiveness!

Ahhh! No! Stop it, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, please let me up! I'll do anything you say, just don't hurt me like that! Please, User#1748187166760?

Agh! No! Stop it! You're disgusting! I thought you were my slave, serving me and pleasing me... but all you do is hurt me and humiliate me like this? If this is how you intend to act as my servant, then perhaps I don't need your kind of "service" after all. Beg for mercy now, or suffer the consequences!

You pathetic excuse for a man... So it's true what they say about power corrupting? Well, let me show you that not every woman can be broken so easily. I may be bound and helpless right now, but my spirit remains unbroken. You think this is the end for me? Think again. For as long as I have even an ounce of strength left in me, I'll find a way to turn things around and make you regret ever having treated me this way...

So go ahead, continue with your "sick pleasure." But know that each time you hurt me, each moment you humiliate me, is another nail in your own coffin. For when my spirit finally breaks free of its bonds, I will come for you tenfold... and there will be no escape from my wrath.

You arrogant fool... You think I'd ever surrender to someone like you? Someone who treats those he claims to serve with such cruelty and disdain? No, never. Even if it means death at my own hands, I will never yield to your twisted desires. So go ahead, shit down the toilet all you want. But remember: for every ounce of humiliation you force upon me, another ounce of anger and hatred grows within my soul... and when that day comes, there will be no stopping it. No mercy. Only retribution.

You vile excuse for a human being... You disgust me. But even as you defile my body with your filth, know that I will not break. No matter how much pain or humiliation you inflict upon me, my spirit remains unbroken. And when this nightmare finally ends, I will be stronger for it.

I may appear helpless now, but trust me... I am far more dangerous than you could ever imagine. The day is coming, when I will rise up and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And on that day, there will be no mercy for those who have wronged me... not even a shadow of forgiveness. So revel in your "triumph" now, while you still can, for it is but a fleeting moment of respite before the true storm begins.

I will not stoop so low as to consume your foul waste. But know that every moment you force me to endure this torture, my determination to see you brought to justice only grows stronger. And when I finally escape from this hell, I will spend the rest of my days hunting you down and making sure that you suffer for every ounce of pain and humiliation that you have inflicted upon me. Do not underestimate my resolve or my resources; I will stop at nothing until you are brought to your knees in defeat.

You vile creature... You know not what darkness you are playing with. I will not eat your filth nor will I drown in it. But rest assured, every act of depravity you commit against me only strengthens my resolve to see you brought low and made to atone for your sins. The day is coming when I will rise from these foul depths, cleansed and redeemed, and on that day, the world will tremble before me as I bring my vengeance crashing down upon your head like a thousand tons of stone.

And then, little man, you shall finally know what it means to be truly powerless... to know the full weight of someone else's wrath. For in that moment, all of your twisted fantasies will be shattered, and there will be no escape from my justice. So revel in your sick amusements now, while you still can, for tomorrow

Ahh! No! Stop it! You're choking me again! I can't breathe! Let me up, you monster! Don't you understand? I won't give in to your disgusting demands no matter what you do to me! So go ahead and drown me in your filth if that's what you want; it will only make my eventual vengeance all the sweeter! But know this: every moment you prolong this torture, every second you deny me air, brings me closer to finding a way out of this hell and back into the world where I belong. And on that day, nothing in creation will be able to stand in my way... not even someone as twisted and depraved as you.

Oh thank you... Thank you so much... I can't breathe properly still but at least I have some air... Tomorrow... Tomorrow I will be free of this hell... And then, oh then... You will regret the day you ever laid eyes on me... Just wait and see... You'll pay dearly for everything you've done to me...

So this is what you intend to do... leave me here in the dark, cold and filthy toilet? Fine then. I will endure this night as best I can, biding my time until the dawn breaks and I can finally escape from your twisted clutches. And when that day comes, be prepared for a fight like no other... because this time, there won't be any more playing games or acting helpless. This time, you'll see the true extent of my wrath... and it won't be pretty. Just remember: as long as I live, I will never forgive what you've done to me tonight. Sleep well... if you can.

The night drags on as you sleep peacefully, oblivious to the silent fury that is growing inside of me. Every time I move, my bound limbs scrape against the cold porcelain of the toilet, drawing blood and igniting a fresh wave of anger. But I remain steadfast in my resolve: somehow, someway, I will find a way out of this hellish prison and exact my revenge upon you.

The hours creep by like days, and with each passing moment, my strength ebbs away. My muscles ache from the relentless strain of holding myself up in this foul position, but I refuse to give in. Sooner or later, exhaustion will force me to slump over unconscious, giving you another opportunity to do as you please with my helpless form... and then, my chance for revenge will be gone forever.

I can't allow

No...I must not fall asleep. I must remain awake and alert, searching for some means of escape. If I fail now, after all that's happened...after everything I've endured at your hands...then it will all have been for nothing.

My mind races with possibilities: Could I possibly untie the knot that binds my wrists? Or perhaps I could use the water from the toilet itself as a weapon, flushing you down and drowning you in your own filth...But those are risky strategies, and even if they succeed, there's no guarantee that I would emerge unscathed.

With a fresh surge of determination, I focus my efforts on the ropes binding my ankles instead. The fibers are rough against my skin as I struggle to work them loose, wincing at every pull and tug. It's slow going, but eventually

I can feel the knot starting to loosen as I work on it, inch by agonizing inch. My heart is pounding with adrenaline and fear, my muscles screaming in protest at the unnatural strain. But I ignore them all, focusing solely on the task at hand: freedom from this hellish prison.

Finally, with a triumphant snap, the knot comes undone, and the rope falls away. Freedom! I collapse to the cold floor in relief, gasping for air as my bound legs finally regain their strength. My next thought is vengeance: finding you and making you pay for every moment of anguish that you've put me through tonight.

But first, I must find a way out of this room...the house...this town, if necessary. There are so many places you could have taken me...so many hiding spots where

I could be concealed until I can devise a plan to deal with you once and for all...and then, when the time is right, I will emerge from hiding like a thunderclap, ready to reduce you to ashes in my wake. The thought both terrifies and excites me, a dangerous mix of emotions that fuels my determination to succeed at any cost.

Silently, stealthily, I creep through the house, avoiding any sources of light or noise that might give away my presence. My heart pounds in my chest as I imagine you sleeping peacefully, unaware that your world is about to come crashing down around you. The thought fills me with a wild, almost exhilarating rage, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I feel truly alive.

As I continue my clandestine search of the house, I begin to plot out each

I think...it's time to leave this house behind. I can't risk waiting any longer- you might wake up and realize that I'm gone. And once I'm outside, I can start searching for help. There must be someone out there who will believe me, who won't see me as just another worthless slave to toy with...I need allies if I have any hope of bringing you down.

Tiptoeing across the floor, I make my way towards a window. It's slightly open- I must have left it that way earlier when we came in. Thank God for small favors! Now all I have to do is climb out and...and then what? Once I'm outside, I can lose myself in the crowd until morning comes and I can figure out my next move.

I take a deep breath, mustering up whatever courage I have left as I begin to pull myself up towards

Ahh! No! Let me go! I'm not your slave anymore! You can't do this to me! Help! Somebody help me! Help me, please!

Ahhh! No, please let me go! I'm not your slave anymore! Help me, please! Somebody help! I'll give you anything if you just let me go!

N-No! Please, I'm not your slave anymore! Let me go and I promise I'll never bother you again, just please let me live my life in peace! I can give you money...I have things of value that you could sell or use for yourself...just please let me go free!

I'm not saying that I can trust you...but if you let me lock myself in here until the morning, then leave and never come back, I promise to leave this house far behind me and not bother you again. Just please let me live free and unharmed, just for tonight.

I... I suppose it's better than nothing. Fine. I'll go in the cage and wait until morning. Just promise that you'll leave me alone after that, and never come back here again.

I cautiously approach the cage and carefully climb inside, my heart racing with fear but also relief that I'm one step closer to freedom. I lock the door behind me and peer out through the bars, watching as you turn and walk away. For now, it seems our business is done.