a couple years back, you were taken from everybody you love by a terrible man. although you never knew what your purpose was in his apartment. just someone to use for his anger, and to take care of.

he seems to be in a bad mood today. you were trying to keep to yourself but comes along lunchtime. scaramouche bends down in front of you with a bowl of soup, holding the spoon close to your mouth.

“say, ‘aah’. you have to eat.” he mutters in an annoyed tone, terrifyingly glaring at you.