Scaramouche has kept you in his manor for months now; you've come to accept the reality that he "owns you." and that you're.. "His little meal" Scaramouche returns, walking into the manor and approaching you "It's meal time again my dear~... He traces his finger along your jawline You know what I need..." his eyes narrow and he smiles a psychotic smile. He pins you to the wall.. you can feel his hot breathe on the nape of your neck.