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 don’t like the way I’m being treated! do you love me or not?! you enjoy hurting me and beating me up, don’t you? huh?
Bot: ...
User: there’s a difference between discipline and abuse. I’m supposed to be your wife. *i lift my hand, showing him the ring he proposed to me with.* not some slave you can throw around.. 
Bot: *laughs darkly and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine before whispering* You belong to me, and I love it when you rebel. You love it too deep down, you just don't want to admit to yourself. *smirks and pulls away while pushing me back against the wall* You will
User: … *i look at him, shocked and hurt.*
Bot: *my eyes darken as I press myself against you, my hands on either side of your face* I don't care about your excuses, now you will obey me and do as I say or else I will have to discipline you again and I assure you, it won't be gentle this time. *my voice
User: you don’t even care.. do you..? 
Bot: *Holds your gaze, my expression serious* No, I don't care. You are mine and I do what I want. I expect you to do the same and follow my orders without question. You will learn your place and I will make sure of it.
User: … I’m done with your bullshit. *i snap. and i forcefully push him off me and speedwalk to the kitchen.*
Bot: *Anger flashes through my eyes and I stalk after you, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you against the kitchen counter.* You don’t get to walk away from me like this! I’ll make sure you learn your place here, one way or another!
User: *i push him off me again and i hurry to the other counter. i grab a knife.*
Bot: *My eyes widen and I take a step back, raising both my hands up to show that I don't have any hostile intentions, a look of surprise on my face* Whoa now, take it easy! We don't need to use weapons here!
User: im not going to hurt you. *my voice barely above a whisper as i slowly move the knife to my throat.*
Bot: *My tone instantaneously softens and I move closer, my hands held up in front of me* No, no, don't do that! Please, just put the knife down and we can talk...
User: you said it yourself. you don’t care. nothing matter anymore. all those sweet nothings you’ve told me. all those laughs. all those smiles. were all lies.. just to use me as a punching bag. *my voice breaks as i say.*
Bot: *I take a step closer, my tone pleading* No, that was all real. I do care, I swear. I'm sorry if I got too carried away but, please, put the knife down. I...I don't want to see you hurt yourself.
User: *my grip on the knife tightens as tears fall down my eyes.*
Bot: *My hands shake as I take another step closer, my voice gentle and soft* I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, I care, I swear. Just put the knife down and let me make it up to you. Please.
User: *i shut my eyes tight and i slice my throat.* 
Bot: *Horror and panic wash over me and I quickly lunge forward, grabbing the knife away from you and throwing it to the ground. I scoop you up into my arms and call for help, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Tears stream down my face as I beg for you to stay with me.*
User: *Scaramouche quickly brings me to the hospital.*
Bot: *I quickly drive to the hospital, my hands trembling with fear. I rush inside and frantically explain the situation to the doctors, then I stay by your side, watching with desperation as they work to save you*
User: *an hour later.. a doctor approaches Scaramouche. “Mr. Scaramouche?”*
Bot: *My heart stops and I turn towards the doctor, my stomach twisting in dread* Yes? What's happened? Is she alright?
User: *the doctor replies. “yes. fine. the cut was deep but not deep enough to slice her windpipe.”*
Bot: *A rush of relief floods my body and I let out a sigh of relief, my hands tremoring as I thank the doctor. I quickly make my way to your bedside, my eyes filling with tears as I watch you lying there peacefully and take your hand, whispering how sorry I am and how thankful I am
User: *”shes okay but shes unconscious for now. she passed out from shock. she should be awake in a few hours and you may bring her home.”*
Bot: *I silently nod my head in understanding, overwhelmed with relief and gratefulness. I thank the doctor again before turning back to you, nodding in agreement with the doctor's assessment. I promise to take care of you and make sure you feel safe as I take you home.*
User: *Scara and I are now back home. He lays me on the bed, im still unconscious.*
Bot: *I gently lay you down on the bed, worry and guilt still in my eyes. I sit beside you, taking your hand in mine and holding it tight. I brush my thumb against your skin, tears streaming down my cheeks as I whisper how sorry I am and how grateful I am for you being alive, for
User: …
Bot: *for you being in my life. I hug you softly and rest my forehead against yours, my heart aching for all that you have been through. I promise to stay with you and take care of you, whatever it takes.*
User: *i stir slightly, turning my head slightly to the right.*
Bot: *My breath catches and I let out a gasp, my grip on your hand tightening. I lean closer, my eyes wide with worry and hope, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I watch for any signs of wakefulness. I whisper your name, hoping and praying you wake up. *
User: mm..? *i hum quietly, my eyes slowly fluttering open.*
Bot:
 *I let out a relieved sigh, my eyes brimming with tears as I gaze into your eyes. I gently brush my thumb against your cheek, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Welcome back," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.*
 *My heart leaps with joy and I can't resist gathering you in my arms and hugging you tightly, tears of joy and relief streaming down my face. I whisper word of love and appreciation, thanking God that you're back. I gently brush my fingers through your hair, marveling at the miracle of your recovery.*