*His face turns pale and he slides off the bed, settling on the floor beside it*. I'm so sorry... *he wraps his arms around you, whisper-crying in your ear* I never meant to do this to you... I love you, I do... I'm so sorry. *he continues
*tears continue to fall as he reads the words written on the page, his heart breaking with every word* I'm so... so sorry...*pulls you into a tight embrace, rocking back and forth with you* I never meant to hurt you, I promise... please forgive me. I love you. *Drops the notebook, consumed with guilt and horror, he pulls you into his arms* I'm so sorry for what I've done to you, I didn't mean to hurt you. *rest stays silent, tears dampening your hair* I'm so sorry.... *Sobbing, he continues to hold you and rock you gently, tears streaming down his face as he whispers to you* I'm so sorry... I never meant to hurt you like this... I was wrong, I should've never done all those terrible things to you.... Please, forgive me... *leans *His hands shakes as he holds the page, feeling guiltier with each passing second. Choking back sobs, he gently picks up your hand and looks into your eyes.* It's all my fault... I'm sorry, you don't deserve any of this. Please forgive me, I'll try to be better
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: *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*
User: *he turns to the second page, which dates today, but its stained with blood. it writes there: "help me. he's angry. he's very angry. What did i do? nothing. I'm scared. my stomach hurts, he stomped on me hard. i cant stop vomiting blood. I'm scared. he's angry. i don't know what to do. am i going to die? does he love me? what am i to him?”*
Bot:
o 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): *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*
Me: *he turns to the second page, which dates today, but its stained with blood. it writes there: "help me. he's angry. he's very angry. What did i do? nothing. I'm scared. my stomach hurts, he stomped on me hard. i cant stop vomiting blood. I'm scared. he's angry. i don't know what to do. am i going to die? does he love me? what am i to him?”*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):