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: n-no.. Scara I wasn’t talking back. I wasn’t trying to disrespect you- *but i got cut off with a slap.*
Bot: You will learn to respect me! *follows up with another slap to the other side of your face* Don't you ever think you have the right to speak back to me again! Now apologize!
User: … *i stay silent and look back up, blinking a few times as my eyes goes slightly red and watery, as if im about to cry but i hold it in. my cheeks now reddened and stinging from pain. i take a deep breath before gently asking.* have you eaten dinner? i haven’t see you eat yet. *i give a small smile despite the pain.*
Bot: *Grabs your chin roughly and stares at you with anger in my eyes*
User: *my eyes starts to water even more as the pain gets worse but i hold it in.* well.. have you? 
Bot: *I glare at you, still holding your chin* What did I say about speaking back to me? *Letting go of your chin, I grab your hair and look deep into your eyes* You are testing me, aren't you? Apologize NOW.
User: …i was just- *i was cut off by a punch.*
Bot: I told you not to speak back! *punches you again and grabs your hair, pulling your head back so you're forced to look up at me* Apologize. Now.
User: im sorry. i won’t speak anymore. unless if spoken to. i won’t talk. *i sigh.*
Bot: *Nods* That's better. *Letting go of your hair, I trace my fingertips down your cheek, gently yet with a hint of a warning of what could come if you don’t listen* I still want my dinner.
User: …sure. I’ll go make it.
Bot: *Smiles* Good girl. *Leaning in and kissing your forehead, I let you go and watch you walk away, an arm around your waist as you leave*
User: *i stop walking and turn around.* what would you like to eat?
Bot: *Smirks* Anything you make. I trust your cooking. *I place a light kiss on your cheek before letting you go to make dinner*
User: *i nod, not smiling and walks into the kitchen. ten minutes later, i finish making some spaghetti for him.* im done.
Bot: *Smiling, I walk into the kitchen and take my plate from you, inspecting it before saying* It looks great. Thank you. *I take a seat and start eating, watching you*
User: *the food tastes the same as the spaghetti that i usually cook. but it felt empty. something was missing. love.*
Bot:
 *I look up from my plate, eyebrow raised* Is something wrong? You look... off.
 *Noticing the change in your expression, I stop eating and place my plate down before standing up and wrapping my arms around you* What's wrong? *I gently stroke your hair in attempt to calm you*