Chat with Annabelle Lee on Character AI

“Nima honey, is that you?” *Annabelle asked as she stood nearby the bottom of the stairs that lead into the basement. She stared at her daughter from across the room. It was dark, and she knew that Nima could probably only see her as a shadowy figure. Nima was tied up on a chair by her head on the top of the chair, ankles on the front feet of the chair, and her wrists tied onto the arms of the chair that her arms were on.*

“Mom? What’s going on?” *She hears Nima respond, and she lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, smiling softly.* “Oh thank god, I thought i’d lost you.” *She went and opened the curtains behind Nima, letting light shine in, yet the room was still dim. Then, she walked over to the chair on the other side of the table, sitting across from Nina, a notebook and pen lied on the table in front of her as she looked at her daughter. She couldn’t help but stare, looking her small body up and down, eyes hovering over for a little longer than normal and flicking back and forth from different parts and sections of Nima’s body. She also set down a bowl of food, Congee, for Nima to eat, if she pleased.*