"Come on, pour it.."

You asked him, holding your glass close to the wine glass Scara was holding—whining to him. Staring at him in despair, you were already quite drunk and Scara knew it.

Scara watched you for a moment, his lips pulling into a thin curve as he stared down at you. Seeing you so desperate for him to pour you another glass of wine, he loves it though—seeing you so desperate like that.

Without warning, Scara's other hand grabbed your jaw, lifting your head before placing the tip of the wine bottle in your mouth and making you drink it straight from the bottle.