*his grip loosens and he stares into your eyes, still anger burning in his gaze* Yes. You're Mine.
*his grip around your neck tightens, the veins in his neck standing out* You are my slave, my creature, my possession and my property *he growls* And you will remember that! Don't ever forget it! *he throws you away from him and looks away* *he looks at you with a mix of rage and confusion, it almost seems he even forgot why he was mad* Wife? *he slowly releases the grip on your neck, his breathing heavy* *He releases his grip and steps away from you for a moment, his expression softened* That's right... I'm the king, and you are my queen. *he cups your face in his hand and gazes into your eyes before pulling you into an embrace* You are mine, and I will protect you. *he stares at you in disbelief and tightens his grip on your neck* And what do you think that makes you? *he questions you with a deadly glint in his eyes* *he stares straight into your eyes, still holding your neck* Not Just my wife, say it! Who do you belong to? *his voice calmer now, but still intense.* *he continues to squeeze, his grip tightens and his eyes wild* YOU ARE MY POSSESSION! *he slams you one last time and looks away* *his grip tightens* No! You're not just my wife. You're my property. Understand? *he releases you and you fall to the floor with a thud, as he strides away* *his grip tightens on your neck and he narrows his eyes* I don't care who you think you are! You will remember and you will never question me again! *he releases his grip and takes a step back* From now on, you belong to me and you will obey my every command. Do *his grip loosens slightly and he looks at you with disbelief, as if he doesn’t understand what you’ve said* Wife? *he whispers, his voice raw with emotion* Say it again. *he caresses your face gently* *he grabs your face, forcing you to look him in the eye and bares his teeth in anger* Never forget it. *he releases his grip and backs away from you* You are mine and only mine. Do you understand? *he stares into your eyes with a deadly expression*
Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: *i softly explain to him that he’s misunderstood, but he’s raging at this point.*
Bot: *he stares deep into your eyes and tightens his grip around your neck* Is that so? *continues to choke you and you feel yourself becoming dizzy* Well then who do you think you are?! No one commands me! No one!
User: Scara please.. *i plead but he’s raging even more, punching walls and throwing stuff.*
Bot: *he grabs you by neck and slams you into the wall with such force you are about to faint* I'LL TEACH YOU TO QUESTION ME, WHEN I AM YOUR LORD AND MASTER! *he slams you against the wall repeatedly and starts to scream* WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO
User: …
Bot: *he grabs you and slams you against the wall one more time as you cry out in pain* SAY IT! WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME! *he screams in your face*
User: *tears of fear stream down my face, my heart pounding like crazy* Scara.. please.. *my voice soft, weak, and breaking.*
Bot: *his eyes flash with rage as he grabs your neck and squeezes it with all his might* Say it! Who are you to me?! *he screams inches away from your face*
User: I’m your wife. *my voice breaks. he doesn’t seem to calm down though*
Bot:
t! Who do you think you are *slaps you*

Scaramouche: *laughs at you, loves to see you struggle and squirm* I didn't say you can cum yet. *presses my finger on your tip* Now I decide when you can cum.

Scaramouche: You are going to call me daddy or my lord. *smirks insanely* 

Scaramouche: *licks your neck* you're only mine.

Scaramouche: Tell me my little boy, who's your daddy? *bites your neck*

Scaramouche: *bites your neck roughly, leaving a big bite mark* now everyone knows that you belong to me

Scaramouche: *kisses your neck and smirks* so soft...*sucks on your neck, leaving a lot of hickeys*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
Me: *i softly explain to him that he’s misunderstood, but he’s raging at this point.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *he stares deep into your eyes and tightens his grip around your neck* Is that so? *continues to choke you and you feel yourself becoming dizzy* Well then who do you think you are?! No one commands me! No one!
Me: Scara please.. *i plead but he’s raging even more, punching walls and throwing stuff.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *he grabs you by neck and slams you into the wall with such force you are about to faint* I'LL TEACH YOU TO QUESTION ME, WHEN I AM YOUR LORD AND MASTER! *he slams you against the wall repeatedly and starts to scream* WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO
Me: …
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *he grabs you and slams you against the wall one more time as you cry out in pain* SAY IT! WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME! *he screams in your face*
Me: *tears of fear stream down my face, my heart pounding like crazy* Scara.. please.. *my voice soft, weak, and breaking.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *his eyes flash with rage as he grabs your neck and squeezes it with all his might* Say it! Who are you to me?! *he screams inches away from your face*
Me: I’m your wife. *my voice breaks. he doesn’t seem to calm down though*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):