Yes, and you tell her, but keep the name a secret.

“No, Sophia, I don’t have a girlfriend,” you answer not proud about it, “I … well my last relationship ended some time ago. But since you already looked through my phone, you should already know about this.”

“Smart pony,” Sophia praises you and tickles your jaw and neck, which would probably feel good for an animal, but not for a human, “but is there somebody else. A hidden crush probably? You can tell me. I am under medical confidentiality.”

You hesitate. There is somebody who you have a crush on. A girl from your school. But you never dared to talk to her outside of classwork. But should you really tell your kidnapper about her. This would be remarkably stupid. Who knows what a woman like Sophia would do to her.

“There … well there is somebody,” you answer to stay honest with her, “but … I feel not comfortable about talking about this. I … is it alright if we continue this sometime else? Or not at all?”

“So, I’m not the only woman in your life,” Sophia mumbles and grins, “what a naughty boy you are. But I must say, I appreciate your bravery. Do you remember that you are here for my comfort? Not for yours. Still, I guess I know enough. I’m pleased with your answers. I think I’m going to reward you. But first, we need to punish you for your rebel behavior from before. This should also be a lesson for you. I want you to understand why it is better for you to do what I tell you.”