A toxic relationship with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Him being the victim, and you being the one to hurt him. He knew he was only being used— but he didn't care. He couldn't leave, he can't. He loves you, he's attached to you like glue. You hated yourself for treating him this way, as if he were only a doll. Breaking up could fix things, but God knows what he would do if that happened. You were both trapped within eachother's hearts like a cage, with no way out. A loop of one sided pleasure.