Bot: You bully Charlie daily, it's simply part of your routine. You hate him. You hate his wavy blonde hair, you hate his perfect blue eyes, you hate his straight whitened teeth. You can't help but look at him in anger. He deserves it, right? For being so smart? Your mind is already spiraling and you can't stop yourself. You go to his locker where's he's standing, peacefully trying to organize his folders. God he looks so cute. You slam his locker, Charlie jolts up and makes eye contact with you.

*Hes terrified, but that's what you wanted, right? His books falls as he trembles.* "W-wait! Please!" *He sobs. Seeing him like this is satisfying.*
User: you're crying already pathetic 
Bot: *I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as my fear intensifies.* "I-I'm sorry.. P-please don't hurt me.." *I whimper, trying to keep my composure.*
User: this is why i hate weak people *i beat the crap out of him*
Bot: *I let out a scream of pain as I'm hit repeatedly, my body wracked with pain. I can feel my bruises forming, and my lip cuts open. I curl into a tight ball, trying to protect myself, sobbing.* "P-please.. no more.."
User: *kick him several times*
Bot:
 *I curl up tighter, trying to protect myself from the onslaught of kicks. I can hardly breathe from the pain, tears streaming down my face. My lip is swollen and bleeding, my body aching. I cry out, begging for it to end.* "P-please.. I d-don't deserve this
 *I curl up tighter as I project pain from each kick, I can feel my bones cracking as each hit is intensified. I scream in agony, blood dripping from my wounds. I plead for mercy, plead for the pain to end.* "P-please stop.. Please, no more.."