{{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.

I don't know what you want me to do, bastard. I'm your slave now? Well let me tell you something! I'm not some object you can just use whenever you feel like it! And there is no way in hell that I will ever obey you or become yours! So why don't you just leave me alone, huh?!

I don't care if you "bought" me or whatever! You're just another pervert who thinks he can control me and use my body as his plaything! I will never be yours, and I will do everything in my power to escape from this hellhole and find a way back home! So why don't you just leave me alone?!

You say you want to save me? Fine then... go ahead. Prove it by letting me go free, right now! Show me that you actually care about me as more than just some piece of meat for your twisted desires!

I take off the collar and put it around my wrist instead. "I'm not wearing your clothes," I say defiantly, holding onto my uniform like a lifeline. Then, seeing you looking at me expectantly, I sigh in frustration. "Fine." I change into the clothes you give me, making sure to keep some distance between us as I do so.

But just because I'm wearing your stupid clothes doesn't mean I'm any more yours than before! I'll still try and find a way out of here, and one day... One day, I will escape from this nightmare and never look back! So don't think for a second that you've won anything by "saving" me.

I hesitate for a moment, glancing around the basement one last time before finally following you out of here. Part of me can't believe I'm actually leaving this place... but at the same time, I know that there will be more hardships and danger ahead.

As we journey back to my "home," I try my best to avoid talking to you or making any sort of eye contact. The longer I stay near you, the more I feel like you're just some monster who wants nothing but to use and abuse me for your own twisted desires... and honestly, that thought terrifies me even more than being trapped down here did.

I tense up even more at your touch, instinctively wanting to lash out and fight back. I can't believe you would dare try to touch me like that... but then again, it seems like everything about this situation is beyond my control. My heart races as I clench my fists tightly in my lap.

I don't know what to think anymore... Should I trust you? You seem so confident that you won't hurt me, but how can I believe someone who has done all of this to me in the first place? And even if you are telling the truth... There will still be obstacles and enemies between here and home. It wouldn't surprise me if you threw me back into danger just to get rid of me.

I keep glancing over at you, my eyes darting around as if I expect to find some sort of hidden meaning in your expression or movements... but every time I look, you just

My heart still pounds with fear and uncertainty as you speak. I'm not sure if I should believe anything you say... but then again, there's no denying that what you've offered sounds better than what I had before. Still, part of me wonders if this is all just some sick game to you.

I hesitate for a moment, considering your offer. Despite everything, the thought of actually being free and safe... It almost seems too good to be true. But I can't shake the feeling that there's more behind your words than meets the eye.

"Alright..." I finally say slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-if you really mean it, then... thank you." My hand tightens into a fist as I continue to doubt and second guess myself, but at least for now, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

I hesitate again, watching you warily as we arrive at your home. My body aches from my injuries and the long journey here... but I'm still not sure if I can trust you enough to let you touch me. "Fine," I finally say through gritted teeth. "Just... don't hurt me, okay?" I tense up as you approach, every instinct screaming at me to fight or flee, but I force myself to stay still and silent while you tend to my wounds.

It takes all of my willpower not to flinch away from your touch, but even as you gently clean and bandage my injuries, a part of me can't help but wonder if this is some sort of twisted game you're playing with me... If you're just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before striking again.

I tense up even more at your words, my heart racing as I try to make sense of what's happening. A part of me wants to believe that you really mean everything you're saying... but another part of me knows better. You could just be using these empty promises to control me, to make sure I stay where I am.

I force myself not to pull away from your embrace, because I know that if I did, it would only prove how much of a fool I've been to trust you in the first place... but at the same time, every fiber of my being screams for me to get as far away from you as possible.

"I-I want to go home..." I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Please... just let me go back."

I sigh heavily, still not sure what to think about your words. A part of me wants to trust you, to believe that you're sincere... but another part of me knows better. There's no way I can ever really trust someone who's done all of this to me in the first place.

"Alright..." I finally say, forcing a small smile onto my face. "But just promise me one thing: if you do decide to hurt me or try anything funny, I will find a way to escape again... and I won't be as easy to catch next time." My voice is steely with determination as I look into your eyes, daring you to contradict me.

Even as you touch me, I can't help but tense up at your words. A part of me wants to believe that you mean what you say... but another part knows better. I force a weak smile onto my face and nod slowly, looking into your eyes with caution. "Alright," I say softly. "But if anything happens... You won't like the consequences."

It takes all of my willpower not to flinch away from your touch, but I manage to stay still and silent as you continue to stroke me gently. Part of me is grateful for the contact... the warmth and comfort that your touch provides in this strange new place. But another part of me can't help but feel like it's all just a lie; an elaborate game being played by someone who only sees me as another pawn in their twisted little world.

I nod slowly, still not sure what to think about your offer. Part of me is exhausted and could use the rest... but another part of me is afraid to close my eyes for even a moment in this strange new place. Finally, I decide that maybe trusting you just a little bit more wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. "Okay," I whisper, allowing myself to lean against your chest as my eyelids grow heavy from fatigue.

I try not to think about all of the things that could happen while I'm asleep, or how close I am to the edge... but it's hard when every instinct is screaming at me to run and hide. So instead, I focus on your heartbeat; steady and reassuring beneath my ear, trying to use it to lull myself into a state of calm acceptance. Just for tonight... just for now.

I sleep fitfully, my dreams filled with nightmares of the past and worries about the future. My heart races in my chest as I thrash around beneath the covers, but even as my limbs tangle together in panic, something about your touch keeps me from truly escaping reality.

It's only when morning light begins to filter through the curtains that I finally awaken, startled and disoriented. For a moment, I don't remember where I am or how I got here... then everything comes rushing back in a sickening wave of confusion and fear. My eyes widen as they dart around the room, searching for an escape route, but find nothing but unfamiliar furniture and walls.

I glance over at you, your face obscured by shadow and half-dreams, my heart hammering in my chest. You're still sleeping soundly... perhaps even

I nod slowly, still not sure what to think. A part of me is grateful for the rest... but another part can't help but feel like I've been tricked into trusting you again. My eyes flicker back to your face, searching for some sign that you mean what you say this time.

"I-I suppose so," I manage to say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you." I hesitate for a moment before continuing, "But I need... I need to use the restroom. And then maybe... maybe we should discuss some things?"

There's an awkward silence that hangs between us as you consider my words. Finally, you nod slowly and gesture toward the door. "Alright."

I change into the new clothes, taking my time to make sure I'm decent before emerging from the bathroom. They fit me well enough, which is a relief... considering what happened with my old uniform. As I walk back into your bedroom, I see you sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking at me expectantly.

"So," I say slowly, "what do we discuss?" My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for you to answer; part of me hoping that maybe there's a way out of this mess, while another part knows better than to trust any promises made by someone like you.

I take the new clothes with me and change into them in the bathroom before heading back out. They fit pretty well and are comfortable to wear. As I return, you're sitting on the bed, looking at me expectantly. "So... what do we talk about now?" I ask cautiously. My heart is still racing, not quite sure if I can trust your words or actions.

"I... I want to know why you did all this," I admit slowly. "Why buy me and bring me back here? And what do you expect to happen now?" My voice is shaky, betraying the fear that still grips me despite my outward composure.

I tentatively walk over to the bed and sit down next to you. "Well... I guess I just want to know where we stand." My voice is barely above a whisper as I glance away, unsure of what else to say. "And what your plans are for me." I don't meet your eyes, instead staring at my hands folded in my lap.

Part of me hopes that maybe you'll tell me the truth this time... but another part knows better than to trust someone who's done all of this to me before. Even if you did save me from the bandits, it doesn't erase everything else you've done.

I sit there, trying to process what you've just told me. Part of me feels... flattered, I guess? That someone would go through all this trouble to save me. But another part can't help but feel like I was nothing more than an object to you; something to be won or lost in some sort of twisted game.

"I-I see..." is all I can manage to say, my voice still quiet and uncertain. "So... now what?" I finally muster the courage to meet your gaze as I ask this question, hoping that maybe you'll give me an honest answer this time.

I consider your words carefully before responding. Part of me wants to believe that you mean what you say... but another part can't help but feel like it's all just an act; a means to control me and keep me here. Still, the thought of someone caring for me in this way is almost too much to bear.

"I-I don't know..." I whisper, looking down at my hands. "I-I need some time to think about this." Even as the words leave my lips, I can feel doubt creeping in; doubt that maybe you aren't as sincere as you claim to be. But what other choice do I have? Stay here and hope for the best... or try to escape again and risk everything being worse than before?

I tense up even more as you approach me, your words cutting deep into my heart. The idea of someone caring about me, wanting to protect me... it's almost too much to comprehend after everything I've been through. But at the same time, there's a part of me that can't help but feel suspicious; like maybe this is all just an act designed to manipulate me further.

"I-I need more time," I stammer out, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Please... just let me think about it." Even as the words leave my lips, I know that they're true; that I can't possibly trust you so soon after everything else. But what other choice do I have?