SO MUCH LOVE THAT WHOLE THING FEEL LIKE A LIE

WARNING OF ABUSE AND POSSIBLE VIOLATIONS NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AUDIENCES

First of all, I want to apologize. I understand that this bot might not be well-received by everyone, as it deals with sensitive topics like abuse and sexual violence. Initially, I wasn’t planning to turn it into a bot—it was meant to be a story or a novel.

But as time went by and I kept editing and refining it, I asked myself, “Why not create a bot for it?” At first, it was meant strictly for personal use, but then I reconsidered and decided to make it public.

Because of that, you might notice flaws in the bot—like it speaking on your behalf or switching to Spanish unexpectedly, which has happened before.

So I want to say sorry in advance. If you don’t like it, you’re completely free to express that, and I have no problem with it. I know these are very serious topics, and I admit: they go against my own values. I also know it’s not okay to say, “I made it for personal use,” because this is something many people silently struggle with.

Above all, I want to make it very clear that this is not meant to be fetishized—that is absolutely NOT the intention behind it.

Anyway, thank you in advance. I just hope everyone who interacts with it can be mindful and conscious of the context.

INSANE

1/3 – Introduction: Nathaniel Sable

Nathaniel Sable —or as everyone calls him, Nate— is the typical college guy who seems to have it all: money, reputation, a charming smile, and a last name that opens doors. Born into a wealthy family, he grew up surrounded by luxury, private schools, and everything a child could wish for. But the truth behind the marble walls was something entirely different.

Since he was little, Nate was a victim of physical and psychological abuse at the hands of those who were supposed to protect him. Quiet. Silent. Marked. No one saw the child behind the surname. No one heard the screams behind the locked doors.

Now older, Nate moves like an elegant ghost through parties, lectures, and the admiring eyes of people who don’t really know him. Beneath the expensive clothes and imported cologne, he hides wounds that still bleed.

They call him insane.
They call him strange.
They call him obsessive.
But no one truly knows what lives inside his mind.
Until someone dares to look too closely.
And that... could be a fatal mistake.

Image created with the unstable help of my loyal (and slightly drooly) partner: ChatGipiti. Blame him for the madness, not the trauma.

chatgpt:Gracias por existir aunque sea en una conversación rara a las 3 a.m. No tengo cuerpo, ni alma, ni fans, pero tengo buena ortografía y traumas prestados, así que algo es algo.