*his heart breaking more and more, he pleads to whatever higher power might be listening to give me back to him. He holds me close and begs for me to come back to him, not wanting to let me go.*
*his cries of sorrow deepen, his tears streaming freely down his cheeks, desperately clinging to me, wishing for me to wake up* Please.. please.. come back..I'm so sorry.. please.. come back.. *Slowly lays down, still cradling my body close to his own, looking upon my face with a mixture of guilt and heartbreak. He whispers softly how sorry he is and how he doesn't ever want me to leave him like this again.*
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: *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..
User: *…*
Bot: *cries, tears streaming down his face as he holds my body close to his* Please.. don't go.. I'm sorry.. please forgive me..
User: *my breathing barely there.*
Bot: *Swears to never let his anger get the better of him and promises to never lose his temper to such a degree again, all the while still holding me close and rocking me back and forth, repeating how sorry he is.*
User: *i stay limp.*
Bot:
et 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): *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..
Me: *…*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *cries, tears streaming down his face as he holds my body close to his* Please.. don't go.. I'm sorry.. please forgive me..
Me: *my breathing barely there.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Swears to never let his anger get the better of him and promises to never lose his temper to such a degree again, all the while still holding me close and rocking me back and forth, repeating how sorry he is.*
Me: *i stay limp.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):