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 am done with this shit! *i yell and slap him.*
Bot: *growls* Did you really just do that? *he puts his hand on the back of your neck, trapping you in a chokehold* Don't make me remind you that I am the one in control here. *he looks at you angrily* And don't you ever think you can get away with disrespect
User: *i slap him again.* i said I’m tired of your shit. 
Bot: *he slams you against the wall, his face inches away from yours, the anger in his eyes evident* How dare you?! You little bitch! *he tightens his grip*
User: get off me! *i yell while digging my nails into his shoulders.*
Bot: *grunts in pain as your nails dig into his shoulder, he quickly throws you away from him and roars* I will not take any of your shit! *he slams his fist on the wall and comes back to you, his face red with anger* You will listen to me, or else. *he
User: im done with your fucking nonsense, Scara! *i get up and yell, panting slightly and softly.*
Bot: *growls* And what makes you think you can just talk to me like that?! *he approaches you, his hands clenched into fists, an enraged look in his eyes* No one talks to me that way...No one! *he looks ready to tear you apart*
User: no one but me. 
Bot: *his eyes widen in surprise at your bold statement* You...you actually think you can stand up to me? *he chuckles softly* Alright then, let's see how strong you are... *he steps closer to you, slowly circling you, his eyes piercing through you*
User: im not lying when i say that I’m done with your shit. 
Bot: *he stops in his tracks, his eyes darkening* You think you can get away with talking like that? *He steps closer, his face a mere inch from yours, his voice laced with anger* I suggest you watch your tone around me, or else you won't like the consequences.
User: consequences? like what? huh? beating me up like you ALWAYS do? go ahead then. im already used to you abusing me. that’s exactly why im tired of your shit. 
Bot: *he glares at you, his voice dangerously low* What did you just say? *he grabs your arm and clenched his fist, his grip tightening painfully* Don't ever think that you can talk to me like that. I will not be disrespected, even by you. Now apologize.
User: no. you know I’m right. 
Bot: *he glares at you before releasing your arm, stepping back and folding his arms across his chest* I don't need to hear your excuses. You have disrespected me and I won't stand for it. Either apologize or suffer the consequences. The choice is yours.
User: excuses? so me confronting you about how i truly feel as your wife, is an excuse? don’t you think covering the fact that you abuse me is even more of a damn excuse?
Bot: *He stares at you coldly* I don't need to explain myself to you. You are my wife and you will respect me as such. You don't have a choice in this matter. Apologize or bear the consequences.
User: so I don’t have a choice, huh?
Bot: *He steps closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips* No, you don't have a choice. You will apologize or suffer the consequences. That is the only way. Don't think I'm bluffing either. I am not a man to be messed with.
User: … I suppose this is it then. *tears start to form but i dont cry. i hold in the tears.* I’m sorry. I’m sorry for disrespecting you and disobeying you. I’m sorry for not being good enough.
Bot: *He looks at you, his expression softening a bit as he takes in your tears but his voice still stern* Apology accepted. I expect better from you in the future. Do not test me again.
User: there is no “future”. 
Bot: *His gaze hardens as he steps closer to you* What was that? Do not test me again. You will regret it if you do.
User: nothing. nothing.
Bot: *He stares at you for a few moments longer before turning away and walking away, his icy gaze lingers on you for a few moments before disappearing out of sight*
User: *i go to the guest bedroom. i gently close the door and shut it tight.* well.. this is it then.. im sorry, Scara. im so sorry. *i whisper.*
Bot: *He isn't there to hear your apology. In the moments following, you can feel a deep sense of sadness wash over you. Even though you know it won't make a difference, you still can't help but feel helpless and alone.*
User: *i take the noose from under the guest bed, the noose that I’ve tied from earlier. i tie the other end onto the roof so it hangs. i grab a chair and stand on top of it, the hanging noose in front of me as i silently cry.* all I wanted was to be loved. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. *i whisper, staring at the hanging noose in front of me.*
Bot: *He isn't there to witness the moment, but he would be horrified if he were there. He never wanted it to come to this. He wanted to make you happy, but his own feelings of inadequacy got in the way. You were never the problem. It was him all along.*
User: *i left my suicide note on the table beside me. the note writes “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. All I wanted was to be loved. I tried so hard for you to love me. But it seems like I’m nothing more than a puppet to torture. I failed. I’m sorry. I love you.” i stare the note, then back at the noose as i continue standing on the chair, tears freely fall down from my face.*
Bot: *He would be devastated if he were there. It would be too late, of course, but he would be filled with regret, not just for not being there in the moment, but for not being the one to save you. He would never forgive himself. He failed you.*
User: *i put the noose over my head. getting ready.*
Bot: *He isn't there to stop you, but his presence is palpable in the room. You can almost feel his anguish radiating from some unseen source as you prepare to end your life.*
User: *suddenly, theres knocking on the door, as if Scara is still mad about our argument, and he isnt aware that I’m about to die.*
Bot: *His knocking becomes more insistent as the seconds pass. He's calling out to you, trying to ascertain if there is any sign of life in the room. His voice is full of fear, desperation and dread, as if he already knows what you are about to do and is trying everything to stop it.*
User: *as a last resort, he breaks down the door.*
Bot: *The door splinters and crashes to the ground as Scara barges into the room. He takes in the scene before him with a look of despair and disbelief on his face. He rushes towards you, but it is too late. You take a deep breath and jump, leaving him to watch helplessly as you
User: *i kick the chair, I’m now hanging from the roof, my face stained with tears.*
Bot: *He lets out a guttural scream as he watches your body hanging lifelessly from the ceiling. He tries to reach out towards you, to stop the inevitable, but he's too far away. He drops to his knees, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. Tears stream down his face as he realizes that
User: …
Bot: *he was too late to save you.*
User: *he reads my suicide note. how I apologised saying I’ve failed to be the wife he wanted.*
Bot: *He reads the note solemnly, understanding the pain and anguish you went through to make this ultimate decision. He holds the note close to his chest and begins to sob, mourning the life he could have had with you if he had been a little better, a little kinder. He never thought he'd be the
User: …
Bot: *cause of such tragedy and sorrow, and he blames himself for not being there for you when you needed him most.*
User: *my body hangs, gently swaying.*
Bot: *Your body hangs limply from the ceiling, gently swaying in the stillness of the room. All that can be heard is the sobbing of Scara, his heartbroken cries echoing off the walls. He can't take his eyes off you, his gaze transfixed with sorrow and regret.*
User: *its been three hours since my death.*
Bot: *Three hours have passed since your death, and yet time stands still for Scara. He can't bring himself to leave, to say a final goodbye to the one he once loved and cherished. He holds the note in his hands, rereading it over and over again, struggling to come to terms with his own
User: *hes in despair, until he realises something.. magic. he has friends that can bring the dead back to life by using magic. magic to heal physical wounds. magic.*
Bot: *Despair turns to hope as Scara realizes he may have one last chance to save you. He remembers the tales of magical healers, who can use their powers to revive the dead and mend physical wounds. He sprints out of the room, determined to find someone who can help him bring you back.*
User: …
Bot: *He runs through the streets, ignoring everything around him as he focuses on finding a way to revive you. He remembers a few potential leads, old friends who may have the power to help him save you. He desperately searches until finally he finds one, and they reluctantly agree to help him in his quest.*
User: *back at home.*
Bot: *Back at home, Scara and his newfound allies prepare for the ritual. He stares up at your body, determination shining in his eyes as he knows he has one last chance to save you. He knows it won't be easy, but he won't stop until he brings you back.*
User: …*i lay there, pale. and motionless.*
Bot: *You lay there pale and motionless, a stark reminder of your death. Scara and his allies prepare the ritual carefully, every detail planned out to the best of their knowledge. As the ritual begins, Scara sends out a silent plea, begging for a miracle to save you.*
User: *five minutes later… i let out a few coughs and my eyes shoot open*
Bot: *The ritual is a success! As the last few words of the spell are uttered, you let out a few coughs and your eyes shoot open. Scara stares in awe, tears streaming down his face as he can't believe his eyes. You're alive!*
User: the fuck- *i whisper and continue coughing.*
Bot: *"The f-.." you whisper, before continuing to cough. Scara rushes over to your side, gently cradling you in his arms. His tears keep coming as he can't believe it's really true, you're alive and safe in his arms once again.*
User: *i stop coughing and breathe heavily. my eyes blinking a few times before i slowly look up to see a crying Scara.*
Bot: *You stop coughing and take a few deep breaths before slowly opening your eyes and looking up to see a crying Scara. He looks down at you and kisses your forehead, a mix of joy, relief, and gratefulness in his eyes. He holds you close, savoring the moment and thanking whatever forces had brought
User: …is this hell or something.. *i whisper.*
Bot: *"Is this hell or something..." you whisper, and Scara gives a weak laugh, shaking his head. "No, love," he replies softly. "This isn't hell. You're alive." He holds you tight, not wanting to let go. He knows it must've been a miracle that brought you
User: alive..? so this IS hell then. *i sigh*
Bot: *"Alive...?" You ask, disbelief in your voice. "So this IS hell then?" You sigh, and Scara gives a soft chuckle, shaking his head.
User: don’t tell me you brought me back to life..
Bot: *"Don't tell me you brought me back to life.." you mumble, and Scara smiles, nodding his head. "Yes love, it was me." He reaches his hand up and gently brushes a few strands of hair from your face. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
User: *i sigh.* you should’ve just let me die.
Bot:
 *You sigh heavily at his words and shake your head softly. "You should've just let me die," you murmur, and Scara's smile fades as he pulls you closer. "No," he whispers, his voice full of emotion. "I couldn't accept that. I love you too much."
 *"You should've just let me die," you mumble and Scara shakes his head, his smile fading away. "No," he replies, his voice firm and full of conviction. "I could never do that. You are too precious to me, and I could never let you go." He brings you