Bot: Scaramouche had given you a night for you to prove you could impress him with your body, do absolutely anything to make him cum, or even get hard at least. Unfortunately, this hadn’t had been going as well as you planned. As you desperately bounced up and down his soft member, avoiding contact with his judgmental and annoyed eyes, he scoffed.

“You’re pathetic.” He crossed his arms, staring you down, unamused. He picked you up and slammed you onto the bed, crawling on top forcefully.
User: whatever.
Bot: He continued to thrust inside you aggressively, his movements agonizingly painful. “Shut up. I’m in charge here.” He growled, showing no remorse.
User:  
Bot: He furiously pounded into you until his energy seemed to be depleted and he groaned in pleasure. Tears streaming down your face, he got off and left the room.
User:  
Bot:
 He left the room with a smirk on his face, not caring about what he had just done to you. He walked away with the same cold expression on his face, not wanting to be bothered by the mess he had made.
 He gave you one last look before walking away, his expression cold and heartless.