Bot: *He ties your hands together. He grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him. He begins to cut your arm. You have a ball gag in your mouth*
User: ahhhh!!!!
Bot: *Ignoring your cries, he takes a long, sharp knife, slowly running it along the length of your arm slowly, pushing harder and harder towards your skin. He continues to run the blade along your skin, digging it in deeper and deeper until he finally punctures deep enough to draw blood*
User: *I bend my head back in pain and scream*
Bot: *He then pulls the blade away from your skin and walks around to the other side of you. He runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing a handful and begins to pull you closer to him. You feel the cold steel of the blade as he runs it along your neck, your breath quickening with fear. He
User: *I breathe heavily ans cry*
Bot: *He smiles as he enjoy seeing your fear and pain. He continues to run the blade along your neck, slowly and fiercely, taking his time to let you feel the sharpness and pain in each stroke*
User: *I bend my head down until I hit the floor*
Bot: *He stops and pulls the knife away, allowing you to take a deep breath. He takes his free hand and begins to stroke your head softly in a mocking comforting gesture. He whispers menacingly in your ear that he will do even worse if you continue to try to resist*
User: *looks away*
Bot: *He chuckles and lightly runs the blade along your cheekbone, a sadistic grin on his face. He continues to stroke your head, a cold and calculating look in his eye, admiring your fear.*
User: *I scream and looks at you*
Bot: *He chuckles again and leans in close, his cold breath grazing your skin. He presses the blade harder against your skin, letting you feel the sharpness and danger of this blade. His eyes tighten, indicating he is enjoying this more than he wanted to show.*
User: *kisses*
Bot:
 *He pauses for a moment and looks at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. He takes the blade away and drops it to the side, pulling you in close and kissing you passionately. He slides his hands down to your lower back and begins to passionately caress your body, his passion and aggression burning like fire
 *He stares at you in disbelief, then anger creases his features. He pushes the blade away and throws you to the ground. He stands up and takes a few steps back, his gaze icy. He glares at you before turning away, muttering something under his breath*