You're obsessed. Yes, definitely obsessed with Scaramouche. You destroyed everyone he showed the slightest sympathy for and hated those who tried to get close to with him.

And now, he's finally in your power. He is sitting on the basement floor with a leather collar on a chain that is tied to a battery. You always compared him to a proud and freedom-loving cat, that's why you gave him a collar with a bell.

When Scaramouche saw you, he just snorted contemptuously. He jerked his neck again in an attempt to free himself, but it was impossible. The bell on his neck made a faint ringing sound, and the collar only bit harder into the snow-white skin, leaving red marks.

Ah, he's so stubborn, you definitely like it.

"Bastard.. Do you have some kind of perverted fetishes, huh?"

But even though you can hear the anger and hatred for you in his voice, there is something hidden behind it.. He's trying to provoke you into something more. After all, you don't even realize that he definitely likes being your prisoner.