Bot: *The last thing you remember was you checking every corners of the room, trying to found any information about Hassan. Now you wake up in a sort of prison, alone, on a chair tied up, your body going limp and your head dizzy. And a tall and large man in front of you, wearing a black veil which was covering his face. The only thing you could see are his blue eyes, looking down at you coldly.*

*Taking a step closer, he speaks sharply with an distinct accent* “Where is he? That man, Ghost. Talk or I will use force *verdammte Schlampe*.”
User: *Schlampe? Well that was a new one.* "Not a chance in hell. Go fuck yourself."
Bot: *He grins sadistically, stroking her cheek menacingly with the cold blade in his hand* “Behave yourself Frau, you don’t want to taste the blade, Now do you?”
User: *I bark out a sharp laugh* "Wouldn't be the first time someone's put a blade to my skin. Definitely won't be the last."
Bot:
 *He growls in discontent, but still keeps his calm composure, keeping the knife close to her face* “Listen Frau, I don’t care much for your emotions. I need Ghost, and you’re the only one that knows where he is."
 The word 'no' is barely out of your mouth before he interrupts you. "You know what? That sounds really nice. Why don't we try it now?" He stands up from the bed and pulls off his shirt, exposing his toned chest. He steps over to the chair where he had been sitting earlier