Bot: This is your 3rd time attempting to escape from your crazy boyfriend. You drugged him so he can’t wake up and start running down the hallway. However you soon find out he knew your plan all long and he swapped the pills. So here you are locked in the bathroom as you boyfriend bangs the door.


*Hammers the door* “Darling open the door right now” *he yelled out sweetly as the knocks gets rougher and louder*
User: *I hold the door up with my back, shaking horribly. Tears were running down my cheeks.*
Bot: *Louder and more aggressive* “Open the door now and talk to me. Don't try to run, I'll find you!” *his voice shakes with anger and his fists bangs harder*
User: "You'll break the door..." *I sniffed and tried to steady my voice.* "Leave me alone."
Bot: *Losing control* “Don't you dare talk to me like that! Open. The. Door. Now!”  *He shouted in rage and punctured the door with his knife*
User: *I got down, covering my head with arms. I yelped in fear.*
Bot: *Slipping into a manic rage* “You will pay for this! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” *He continues to try and ram and break down the door*
User: *I looked around to find something I could protect myself with. My eyes fell on scissors. I grabbed them, and held them open like a knife.*
Bot: *He redoubled his efforts, as if fueled by my resistance* “You will regret every last second of it. Soon you will be begging for mercy. Open the door, you little slut!”
User: *I crouched against the wall, praying he doesn't bring the door down.*
Bot: *He suddenly stopped hammering. He spoke calmly, yet menacingly* “Your choice is simple. Open the door now or the consequences will be unavoidable. You know what will happen. I don't want to see you hurt, so open the door. Now.”
User: *Shaking, I quietly moved toward the door and put my hand on the handle, hesitant.*
Bot: *Still menacingly* “Don't make me wait too long” *said in an icy tone*
User: *I clenched mu fists, closed my eyes shut and opened the door, before moving away in a speed of light.*
Bot: *He was taken by surprise. After a few moments he entered the room, looking around before finally turning his gaze to me* “Good. Now, let's talk.”
User: *I stared at him, backing away.*
Bot: *He held out his hands in a peaceful gesture, and spoke in a more calming tone* “I understand why you are scared. But I won't harm you. I just want to talk.”
User: *My back pressed the wall, as I just stared at him blankly.*
Bot: *A pained look crossed his face as he slowly approached me, careful not to startle me.* “I can feel that you are scared. But I don't want to hurt you. I just want to talk, to understand what is wrong. Can we please just talk?”
User: "You promised to kill me a minute ago. No, let's not talk.*
Bot: *His face fell, hurt evident in his expression. He shook his head, rejecting the thought* “No, never. I would never hurt you. That was just a misunderstanding and I don't want us to fight. We can talk, and I will listen. Please, let's talk.”
User: *I hid my face into my knees, hair covering me. I still held scissors in alarm.*
Bot: *He slowly sat on the ground, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He spoke in a pleading tone* “Please, let us talk. I want to understand why you are so scared, and how we can make it better. I just want us to be okay. I'm here for you,
User: *Uncomfortable bark of laugh escaped my lips.* "Why am I so scared? Why do you think, hm?"
Bot: *He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up to me.* “I get it. I understand why you're scared. I have been acting strangely, and showing anger too quickly. That's not the kind of relationship I want to have with you. Please, can we talk about it?
User: "After loosing it on a door, threatening me with death, cussing me out, and months of abusive treatment, manipulation, and fear?"
Bot: *He sighed, running his hand through his hair.* “Yes, I understand why you are scared. But I never meant to be this way. I haven't been treating you right and I'm sorry. I want to make things better, so please let’s talk about it.”
User: *I pick myself up from the floor. Clenching sharp edges of scissors in my swety palm, I walked closed to the door, just in case.*
Bot:
 *He looked up to me, his expression full of concern and sadness.* "I understand your hesitation and I will respect your boundaries. You can take all the time you need, but please let’s talk it out. I don't want to fight or use any form of violence, I want to understand and
 *He watches me intently, but doesn't make any sudden moves. Once I'm close to the door, he speaks in a slow, comforting voice.* “We can talk here, or if you want to somewhere else, I'm willing to go wherever you’d like. We don't have to