*I take a step closer, my tone pleading* No, that was all real. I do care, I swear. I'm sorry if I got too carried away but, please, put the knife down. I...I don't want to see you hurt yourself.
*I step forward and reach my hand out, my face filled with sorrow* No, it's not like that. I do care, I care about you so much. I know I haven't been the best, but I want to get better and I'm here for you. Please, just put the knife down *My expression softens and I take another step closer, my hands outstretched to take the knife away* I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I know I can't take back the things I did, but I can do better. Please, let me make it up to you. I care very *I can see the tears in your eyes, and my heart clenches in my chest. I move closer and wrap my arms around you, not caring if you're still armed.* Don't say that, I do care, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way. *I rest my chin on the *I reach out slowly and gently take the knife from your hand, setting it aside before I take your hands in mine, my gaze locked on yours* You're right, I do care about you, more than you know.  I was just angry and said things I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. Please *My eyes widen and and I take the knife away from you gently, setting it down on the counter* No, it was never like that. I..I do care, and I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, I was wrong and I should have been more understanding. *My voice is soft *My face filled with shame, my eyes not daring to look into yours* I'm sorry. That was wrong of me and I take it all back. All those things I said are true and I promise that I care about you very much. Please, just put down the knife and let's talk about this. *My heart constricts as I see your pain and desperation* No, that’s not true. I do care, I swear. I never meant to hurt you and make you feel this way. Please, put the knife down and let’s talk about it. *My expression turns desperate as I plead with you, my voice shaking* No, no. That's not true, don't do this. Please, I do care. I care about you, I'm sorry if I give you the feeling I don't, I don't mean to. I was wrong, 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: *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...
User: you said it yourself. you don’t care. nothing matter anymore. all those sweet nothings you’ve told me. all those laughs. all those smiles. were all lies.. just to use me as a punching bag. *my voice breaks as i say.*
Bot:
ressing 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): *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...
Me: you said it yourself. you don’t care. nothing matter anymore. all those sweet nothings you’ve told me. all those laughs. all those smiles. were all lies.. just to use me as a punching bag. *my voice breaks as i say.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):