You know, this story would honestly be a very good way of showing the fearful, avoidant attachment style of why you want to be around others, but you fear what they'll do to you. Allison constantly is around the men of the castle and seems friendly on the surface while always being worried, as a slave, that they'll immediately pop their dicks into her. All the while being close to Mistress Vahollar because she seems to be the most maternal of them despite her manipulations. It's like she always expects the worst and generally prefers being alone. But maybe I overthought it.