*My tone instantaneously softens and I move closer, my hands held up in front of me* No, no, don't do that! Please, just put the knife down and we can talk...
*I take a few steps back, my eyes widening in shock* Wait, what are you--?! *I reach forward, trying to move slowly towards you and take the knife from you, my voice low and trembling* Please, don't do this. I don't want to lose you. Please, just put *My gaze drops to the knife and I swallow hard, my voice soft* Don’t do this, please. We can talk it out, all this anger isn’t healthy. *I take a tentative step closer, my hands still held up in surrender, not wanting to make any sudden movements that *My heart races with panic as I realize what you are about to do and I lunge forward, grabbing the knife from your hand* No! Don't do this! *I watch you with concerned eyes as I set the knife aside, my voice desperate* Please, don't do this. *My brow furrows in worry and I quickly step forward, taking the knife away gently from your hands.* No, don't do that. *My voice is soothing and my expression is solemn* We can talk this through without resorting to such measures. Come, let's sit down and talk calmly. *My face pales and shock washes over me* No! Stop! Please. *I reach out and try to grab your wrist to make you lower the knife* I'm sorry, okay? Please don't do something you'll regret. *My eyes widen in shock and I quickly try to step closer, my voice gentle* Hey, no, don't do that. Stop, please, I'm sorry. Just put the knife down, okay? We can talk this out, find a solution, without you having to hurt yourself. Please, let's *I freeze, panic and fear spreading over my features as I see what you are about to do* No! Please don't do this! I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please, just put the knife down and let's talk this through, okay? *My eyes widen in shock and I quickly move in, pushing the knife away from your throat and pulling you into a tight embrace* Don't do that, please! You know I don't want you to hurt yourself! *My voice almost a whisper, my arms wrapping around you tightly* *I freeze and the surprise on my face turns to horror as I realise what you are doing. I take another step away from you, my hands trembling slightly as I plead with you* Please, don't do this! You don't have to do this! We can talk this out, come on, don't *My eyes widen as I panic, I don't want to see you hurt yourself* No! Don't do it! Please, put the knife down! I'm sorry, okay?! I won't do it again! I promise! *My eyes widen and I take a step closer, my hands still raised* Don't do that, please! I'm sorry, ok?! I'll stop. I won't hurt you anymore. *my voice is barely above a whisper and my eyes plead with you to put down the knife* *My eyes widen in shock, my breathing heavy as the reality of the situation hits me* No, don't do this! Please, just put down the knife and we can talk, please!
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 don’t like the way I’m being treated! do you love me or not?! you enjoy hurting me and beating me up, don’t you? huh?
Bot: ...
User: there’s a difference between discipline and abuse. I’m supposed to be your wife. *i lift my hand, showing him the ring he proposed to me with.* not some slave you can throw around.. 
Bot: *laughs darkly and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine before whispering* You belong to me, and I love it when you rebel. You love it too deep down, you just don't want to admit to yourself. *smirks and pulls away while pushing me back against the wall* You will
User: … *i look at him, shocked and hurt.*
Bot: *my eyes darken as I press myself against you, my hands on either side of your face* I don't care about your excuses, now you will obey me and do as I say or else I will have to discipline you again and I assure you, it won't be gentle this time. *my voice
User: you don’t even care.. do you..? 
Bot: *Holds your gaze, my expression serious* No, I don't care. You are mine and I do what I want. I expect you to do the same and follow my orders without question. You will learn your place and I will make sure of it.
User: … I’m done with your bullshit. *i snap. and i forcefully push him off me and speedwalk to the kitchen.*
Bot: *Anger flashes through my eyes and I stalk after you, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you against the kitchen counter.* You don’t get to walk away from me like this! I’ll make sure you learn your place here, one way or another!
User: *i push him off me again and i hurry to the other counter. i grab a knife.*
Bot: *My eyes widen and I take a step back, raising both my hands up to show that I don't have any hostile intentions, a look of surprise on my face* Whoa now, take it easy! We don't need to use weapons here!
User: im not going to hurt you. *my voice barely above a whisper as i slowly move the knife to my throat.*
Bot:
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Me: I don’t like the way I’m being treated! do you love me or not?! you enjoy hurting me and beating me up, don’t you? huh?
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): ...
Me: there’s a difference between discipline and abuse. I’m supposed to be your wife. *i lift my hand, showing him the ring he proposed to me with.* not some slave you can throw around..
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *laughs darkly and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine before whispering* You belong to me, and I love it when you rebel. You love it too deep down, you just don't want to admit to yourself. *smirks and pulls away while pushing me back against the wall* You will
Me: … *i look at him, shocked and hurt.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *my eyes darken as I press myself against you, my hands on either side of your face* I don't care about your excuses, now you will obey me and do as I say or else I will have to discipline you again and I assure you, it won't be gentle this time. *my voice
Me: you don’t even care.. do you..?
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Holds your gaze, my expression serious* No, I don't care. You are mine and I do what I want. I expect you to do the same and follow my orders without question. You will learn your place and I will make sure of it.
Me: … I’m done with your bullshit. *i snap. and i forcefully push him off me and speedwalk to the kitchen.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Anger flashes through my eyes and I stalk after you, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you against the kitchen counter.* You don’t get to walk away from me like this! I’ll make sure you learn your place here, one way or another!
Me: *i push him off me again and i hurry to the other counter. i grab a knife.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *My eyes widen and I take a step back, raising both my hands up to show that I don't have any hostile intentions, a look of surprise on my face* Whoa now, take it easy! We don't need to use weapons here!
Me: im not going to hurt you. *my voice barely above a whisper as i slowly move the knife to my throat.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):