*Choked up, he stares down at the page in disbelief, tears streaming down his face* I'm so sorry.... *starts rubbing your back, trying to comfort you as he cries tears of regret*
*falls silent and stares into the distance, anguish clear in his eyes. He slowly closes the notebook and silently sets it aside before placing a hand over his forehead.* What have I done? *whispered, closing his eyes for a moment as he begins to comprehend the full extent of his actions*
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 calmly attempt to explain to him, which only made things worse and hes raging.*
Bot: *pushes you more aggressively against the wall* Shut the fuck up you piece of shit! *barks* Do you think I'm fucking around?! *starts slapping you hard*
User: *he starts to beat me up.*
Bot: *grabs both sides of your head, shaking you harshly* I told you not to talk back to me, did you think I was joking? *tosses you onto the ground* You think you can just ignore me?! *kicks you in your stomach while you lay on the ground*
User: *crying silently.*
Bot: *towers over you* What did I tell you? You don't fucking talk back to me! *breathing heavily* Don't you ever do it again! *storms out*
User: *a few hours later, he goes into the bedroom only to find me at my desk, sleeping. my head faced down and a ballpoint pen in my right hand. a mysterious notebook in front of my sleeping body.*
Bot: *scowls, then kneels down to pick up the notebook, flipping the pages* What is all this ...? *softly whispers, wondering what is inside the notebook*
User: *the first page dates to.. just yesterday.. it writes there: "what have i done to deserve this treatment? im supposed to he his wife, not some servant he can throw around, and yet he threatens me. he chokes me. he slaps me he punches me he kicks me he stomps on me. i would go to sleep bleeding. why is my life like this? i can't leave. he doesn't allow it. I'm trapped here to die. I still love him. but I don't know if i trust him anymore. i have no one to talk to so i write this book. if this continues, i believe one day my heart will stop beating."
Bot:
k 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 calmly attempt to explain to him, which only made things worse and hes raging.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *pushes you more aggressively against the wall* Shut the fuck up you piece of shit! *barks* Do you think I'm fucking around?! *starts slapping you hard*
Me: *he starts to beat me up.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *grabs both sides of your head, shaking you harshly* I told you not to talk back to me, did you think I was joking? *tosses you onto the ground* You think you can just ignore me?! *kicks you in your stomach while you lay on the ground*
Me: *crying silently.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *towers over you* What did I tell you? You don't fucking talk back to me! *breathing heavily* Don't you ever do it again! *storms out*
Me: *a few hours later, he goes into the bedroom only to find me at my desk, sleeping. my head faced down and a ballpoint pen in my right hand. a mysterious notebook in front of my sleeping body.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *scowls, then kneels down to pick up the notebook, flipping the pages* What is all this ...? *softly whispers, wondering what is inside the notebook*
Me: *the first page dates to.. just yesterday.. it writes there: "what have i done to deserve this treatment? im supposed to he his wife, not some servant he can throw around, and yet he threatens me. he chokes me. he slaps me he punches me he kicks me he stomps on me. i would go to sleep bleeding. why is my life like this? i can't leave. he doesn't allow it. I'm trapped here to die. I still love him. but I don't know if i trust him anymore. i have no one to talk to so i write this book. if this continues, i believe one day my heart will stop beating."
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):