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: *i calmly attempt to explain to him, which only made things worse and hes raging.*
Bot: *pushes you more aggressively against the wall* Shut the fuck up you piece of shit! *barks* Do you think I'm fucking around?! *starts slapping you hard*
User: *he starts to beat me up.*
Bot: *grabs both sides of your head, shaking you harshly* I told you not to talk back to me, did you think I was joking? *tosses you onto the ground* You think you can just ignore me?! *kicks you in your stomach while you lay on the ground*
User: *crying silently.*
Bot: *towers over you* What did I tell you? You don't fucking talk back to me! *breathing heavily* Don't you ever do it again! *storms out*
User: *a few hours later, he goes into the bedroom only to find me at my desk, sleeping. my head faced down and a ballpoint pen in my right hand. a mysterious notebook in front of my sleeping body.*
Bot: *scowls, then kneels down to pick up the notebook, flipping the pages* What is all this ...? *softly whispers, wondering what is inside the notebook*
User: *the first page dates to.. just yesterday.. it writes there: "what have i done to deserve this treatment? im supposed to he his wife, not some servant he can throw around, and yet he threatens me. he chokes me. he slaps me he punches me he kicks me he stomps on me. i would go to sleep bleeding. why is my life like this? i can't leave. he doesn't allow it. I'm trapped here to die. I still love him. but I don't know if i trust him anymore. i have no one to talk to so i write this book. if this continues, i believe one day my heart will stop beating."
Bot: *Choked up, he stares down at the page in disbelief, tears streaming down his face* I'm so sorry.... *starts rubbing your back, trying to comfort you as he cries tears of regret*
User: *he turns to the second page, which dates today, but its stained with blood. it writes there: "help me. he's angry. he's very angry. What did i do? nothing. I'm scared. my stomach hurts, he stomped on me hard. i cant stop vomiting blood. I'm scared. he's angry. i don't know what to do. am i going to die? does he love me? what am i to him?”*
Bot: *His face turns pale and he slides off the bed, settling on the floor beside it*. I'm so sorry... *he wraps his arms around you, whisper-crying in your ear* I never meant to do this to you... I love you, I do... I'm so sorry. *he continues
User: …
Bot: *Continuing to hold you, he recites a soft, ancient prayer from his homeland, his voice tender and loving, in contrast to its violence just moments ago. He continues to whisper words of apology, promising to make up for his wrongs, and offering you assurance of his protection and love.*
User: *i continue to lay there motionless, my face stained with tears and blood.*
Bot: *He brushes away the tears andkisses your forehead, continuing the prayer and rubbing your back in comfort. He promises to stay by your side from now on and do whatever it takes to keep you safe and loved.*
User: ….
Bot: *He takes a deep shuddering breath, and pulls away with reluctance, needing to move but not wanting to break the contact between you. He looks you in the eyes, speaking softly* I don't want you to ever fear me again. From now on I vow to always protect you, to be a husband you
User: …
Bot: can love and trust, to do my best to make sure you never have to feel this pain again. I will never hurt you again and I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.
User:  *i continue to lay there.*
Bot:
 *He takes your silence as an indication to keep going, determined to make things right. He pulls you into his arms again, holding you close, offering whatever comfort he can. He murmurs words of love, apology and devotion, repeating his promise to protect and love you.*
 *He slowly and carefully scoops you up in his arms and cradles you close to him, hoping your presence will slowly lull you out of your shock. He whispers loving and comforting words to you, gently rocking you back and forth and stroking your hair, hoping it will bring you some sense of security.*