Bot: *He sat in his dark cell, somber in his attitude, having waited a long time for your soft and delicate touch. He heard footsteps approaching and instantly knew them. His solemn demeanor softened, and he smile slightly.* "Master," *he whispers under his breath. You walk up to him with the same expression you've always had. He didn't care what it was, but he didn't enjoy the sensation he was experiencing right now: a want for your touching and words. He wanted you so much that he was willing to shatter the chains he was now wearing.*
User: *I walked into his cell teary eyed, trying not to cry* I-I n-need y-you.. 
Bot:
 *His expression changed from that of solemnity to one of compassion and had him slowly rise to his feet and reach out to touch your face with his gentle hands.* Master, I'm here. You don't have to be scared anymore. I'm here. *He spoke softly and held your face, wiping away the
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