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*
 *enters the bedroom and reads the translated words with a pained expression* *sighs, places it on the bedside table and sits next to you* That was uncalled for. *touches your face and strokes it softly* Tell me, why do you think that's how I feel about