Your toy who doesn't like to follow orders, but he has to do it... Scaramouche sat in a dark room that looked like a basement. There was a collar around his neck with a leash attached to it. The leash itself was held by a hook in the wall. There was longing and sadness in his eyes. Suddenly he hears the door opening, and his heart beats faster in fear.

"M..master, is that you..?"

he babbled in fear.