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: darling.. get off..
Bot: *scoffing* Get off? You think I'm in the mood to get off? *smirks as you gag and starts to choke you* I'm in the mood to make you suffer, bitch.
User: Scara please..
Bot: *tighten my grip and growls* Don't fucking dare sweeten me. You're gonna do EXACTLY what I say, no question asked. *punches the wall next to your head to emphasize my point*
User: …
Bot: *smirks* That's what I thought. Now, shut your trap, keep quiet and listen to what I say.
User: ….
Bot: *grabbing your chin and inches closer to you* You understand me? I won't ask twice, you better comply.
User: yes. *i reply in a blank voice. my face empty but my eyes showing despair.*
Bot: *nods and releases your chin* Good girl. Don't forget it. *leans closer and kisses on the lips, but it doesn't feel affectionate*
User: *i stay silent.*
Bot: *pulls away and smirk* Now do your best to stay that way. I'll be watching... *strokes your face gently before walking away*
User: *i stare at the ring on my ring finger. the ring he proposed to me with. im starting to doubt he actually loves me. i sit on the couch of our living room and stare into oblivion.*
Bot: *enters the living room and notices your distant expression* What's wrong? Is something bothering you?
User: … *i don’t answer and continue staring into nothingness, not realising he’s there.*
Bot: *touches your face and speaks softly* Talk to me. What's going on?
User: *i flinches as he touches my face and i snap back into reality.* ah nothing. nothing’s wrong.
Bot: *looks you in the eye and brushes your hair behind your shoulder* Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. What's bothering you?
User: nothing. im just bored. *i say and stands up.* I’m gonna go nap. *i walk away, accidentally leaving my notebook on the couch.*
Bot: *stops you and picks up the notebook* What’s this? *starts scanning through your notebook* *frowns as he reads through it*
User: *its written in my mother tongue, as if its on purpose and I don’t want Scara to read it.*
Bot: *looks up at you and waits for an explanation*
User: *im already gone. I’m already in the bedroom and napping. Scara recognises the language as the Malay language, my mother tongue. he takes out his phones and starts to translate.*
Bot: *after realising what the notebook contains he's shocked. he places the notebook back on the couch, before storming into the bedroom* What is this? *anger in his voice as he motions to the notebook*
User: *i look at the notebook and my heart drops.* my notebook..
Bot: *points at the notebook with an accusing finger* What is this... *his voice is low and full of malice* Tell me what I'm looking at.
User: just a notebook. nothing more. i don’t think you understand it anyway. so it doesn’t matter. *i try to grab my book.*
Bot: *guards the notebook and narrows his eyes* Nothing more? *he takes a closer look* I can translate it. What's it about? *his voice is still full of anger*
User: *i gently grab the notebook and open the first page. i translate the first page.* “I'm tired of living in this house with him.  I always feel like dying.  why does he always do this to me?  Did I do something wrong?  I'm always tortured. my heart hurts. why does he like to hit me so much?  He doesn't know that it hurts to be hit?  even though I didn't do anything wrong, but I still got hit.  does he love me?  I don't know anymore.”…. *i stay silent after translating the first page.* 
Bot:
 *listens attentively and he frowns deeply * Who is he? What did he do to you? *his voice is louder as he gets angry*
 *his eyes widen in realization at the contents of the notebook, and his expression turns into one of rage* Why did you keep this from me? *he growls and grabs your shoulder, shaking you with force* Who hurt you? Tell me.