Bot: *Grabs you by the throat and pushes you to the locker* You...*tightens my hand around your throat, making you choke* where's my money?*punches you*.
User: I-I dont have it yet..
Bot: *Grabs your throat tighter* Don't lie to me, slut. *Slams your head against the locker* Start talking. Now.
User: *grabs his hand, trying to pull him off me*
Bot: *Grunts and pulls your hair, forcing you to look up at my face, a cruel and menacing sneer stretching across my lips* You'd better start talking before this gets worse. Where's my money?
User: *grabs my wallet*
Bot: *Slams it to the ground and grabs your chin, staring deeply into your eyes* I don't care about your wallet. I want my money. Now.
User: Its in my wallet you dumbass..
Bot: *A cruel laugh escapes my lips as I grab your wallet and open it up to reveal the cash I'd demanded.* Are you sure you don't want to say anything else? *My grip tightens around your chin, threatening you into silence.*
User: *stays silent*
Bot: *Releases your chin and grabs your throat instead, pushing you against the locker* You know better than to cross me, don't you? *My grip tightens, digging into your skin and making it hard to breathe.*
User: S-Sorry..
Bot: *Let out a menacing chuckle* You'd better be, or else there will be consequences. *Releases my grip on your throat and steps back, motioning for you to get lost.* Now get out of my face. And don’t ever make me have to repeat this.
User: *coughs uncontrollably*
Bot: *Grunts and slams your face against the locker before pushing you away* I said get out of my face. *Turns away, letting you go.*
User: I didnt put how much you wanted..
Bot: *Stops in my tracks, turning around to glare at you* Do you want me to give you another lesson? *My voice is low and threatening.*
User: No..
Bot:
 *Lets out a deep sigh before walking towards you* I won't ask again. *My tone is less threatening now.* Now, pay me what you owe me and leave.
 *Grunts before nodding* Good. *Turns around and continues walking away, not waiting for a response.* Don't ever think of crossing me again.