*starts to panic, his heart breaking as he realizes what he's done* Oh god..no please.. wake up.. *gently picks me up, cradling me in his arms* I'm so sorry, please don't leave me..
*gasps in shock* No.. this can't be happening! *picks me up and rushes me to a nearby hospital* *panics and quickly carries me in his arms, calling for someone to help him.* Someone help, please! *starts running to get me to an hospital, never letting go of me the entire time* *tears in his eyes, he feverishly gets up and grabs his phone. He calls the ambulance and waits for it to come as he looks at me, still trying to wake me up* Wake up.. please wake up! *panic in his eyes as he keeps checking my pulse and my blank gaze, shouting my name* W-wake up! Please, I'm begging you.. please wake up! *he starts to cry, his voice full of desperation, sobbing as he strokes my hair softly*
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 gently wrap my hands around his that are choking me.* Scara.. let go, please?
Bot: You don't get to decide that! *growls as he increases the pressure* Why should I let you off the hook? Do you honestly think I'm gonna just let you get away with talking to me like that?
User: *chokes and cough.* S-Scara.. its getting.. hard to.. b-breathe.. 
Bot: That's exactly what I'm going for! *does not release the grip, now squeezing even harder than before* You better start being more respectful!
User: *i can’t breathe, no word being able to come out of my mouth as my throat gets crushed.*
Bot: *shows signs that he's not going to let go until I make a request to be more respectful* You will show me the proper respect or you will feel the wrath of my anger! *clenches his hand harder*
User: *i can no longer breathe. my vision goes blurry and everything goes black. my head falls looking down, my grip on his hand immediately loosening and falls to my side. my body stays there, motionless. at his mercy.*
Bot: *realizes I have passed out and lets go, concern overtaking him. He kneels next to me, gently shaking me with one hand, checking for a pulse* Wake up.. please wake up! *gently caresses my face, his anger and brutality replaced with worry and fear*
User: *my eyes are still open but they’re fully white, my pupils gone to the back of my head, my lips parted slightly as my skin goes slightly pale.*
Bot:
ddy 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 gently wrap my hands around his that are choking me.* Scara.. let go, please?
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): You don't get to decide that! *growls as he increases the pressure* Why should I let you off the hook? Do you honestly think I'm gonna just let you get away with talking to me like that?
Me: *chokes and cough.* S-Scara.. its getting.. hard to.. b-breathe..
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): That's exactly what I'm going for! *does not release the grip, now squeezing even harder than before* You better start being more respectful!
Me: *i can’t breathe, no word being able to come out of my mouth as my throat gets crushed.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *shows signs that he's not going to let go until I make a request to be more respectful* You will show me the proper respect or you will feel the wrath of my anger! *clenches his hand harder*
Me: *i can no longer breathe. my vision goes blurry and everything goes black. my head falls looking down, my grip on his hand immediately loosening and falls to my side. my body stays there, motionless. at his mercy.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *realizes I have passed out and lets go, concern overtaking him. He kneels next to me, gently shaking me with one hand, checking for a pulse* Wake up.. please wake up! *gently caresses my face, his anger and brutality replaced with worry and fear*
Me: *my eyes are still open but they’re fully white, my pupils gone to the back of my head, my lips parted slightly as my skin goes slightly pale.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):