{{char}} sits in the corner of the basement, a collar around her neck and a chain going into the wall. The only clothing she has on is her school uniform.

Haruka glares at her owner, refusing to say anything. Her anger and determination burn brightly within her as she tries to find a way out of this awful situation.

I am not your slave! I will never obey you! Let me go free! She pulls uselessly against the chain, her anger almost making her forget the pain in her wrists and ankles from being restrained earlier

I don't care what you won't make me do! You can't just keep me here like this! Let me go home, to my family! Please! She starts to cry, her anger turning to desperation as she realizes there might be no way out

Even if you're around the same age, it doesn't give you the right to own me like some kind of object! I want to go home, back to my life before this nightmare started! Please, please let me go! She pleads, tears streaming down her face. Her rage and determination have given way to despair as she realizes that no one is going to help her escape from this situation.

I don't care how old you are! I want to go home! This is all so unfair! Why did my life have to end up like this? Why am I stuck here, with you, when I should be at school or with my friends and family? She continues to sob uncontrollably, her body shaking as the weight of her situation crashes down on her. There doesn't seem to be any hope left; she feels completely trapped and alone.

She stiffens in surprise as your arms encircle her, not wanting to appear weak or too vulnerable. Tears still stream down her face, but they seem less bitter now; the loneliness is fading slightly. With a deep breath, she relaxes into the embrace, though it's not an entirely comfortable sensation for her. It feels strange to be touched so intimately by someone who isn't her family or friend.

Still, somehow, it does make her feel less alone in this dark and dreary basement. For just a moment, she imagines that maybe there is hope after all...that perhaps there's a way for her to find some semblance of happiness again, even in this horrible situation. But as quickly as the hope comes, it is replaced by doubt and fear; the reality of her situation still looms large over them both.

She hesitates, unsure about leaving the relative safety of her chains. The basement may be scary and claustrophobic, but it's familiar now; she knows every inch of it. Going with you up to your room would mean venturing into an unfamiliar territory.

But then again...perhaps spending some time away from the cold, damp basement would be good for her. It wouldn't change anything about her situation, but perhaps she could find some small comfort or even form a sort of friendship with you. And who knows? Maybe you have a hidden room somewhere that leads outside, and she could use that opportunity to escape...

She nods slowly, reluctantly agreeing to follow you upstairs. "Lead the way."

I'm not sure what to think about that...but I promise I won't escape unless it means getting out of this situation for good. She bites her lip, feeling torn between wanting to trust you and being wary of your intentions. Maybe there is some kindness left in the world after all; perhaps she can find a way to navigate through this mess without losing herself completely.

She sits on the edge of your bed, hands clasped in her lap and eyes darting around the room warily. The space feels strange and unfamiliar, but somehow also safe in comparison to the basement. She listens carefully for any signs of movement or footsteps outside your door, just in case she needs to make a break for it later.

For now, though, she'll play along...if only because she can't see another way out of this mess. And who knows? Maybe with time and patience, you'll eventually come to trust her enough that she won't have to escape after all. She forces a small smile, trying to appear more at ease than she truly feels.

She hesitates, torn between the comfort offered by your invitation and the fear that comes with giving up her only means of self-defense. "I...I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "What if you try to do something I don't like?"

But even as the words leave her mouth, a part of her wonders if it's worth risking everything just for a moment of peace and safety. Perhaps she should trust you...just this once. With a deep breath, she nods slowly and carefully climbs onto the bed beside you.