You'll never be able to wash away his touch. You feel your body rotting more and more every day. Even if you wash five times a day, you feel how dirty your body is.

You've been in the bathtub six times in one day. No matter how many times you rub yourself with a washcloth, you cannot feel clean. You've given up trying. You just sat silently in the hot bubbling water, looking into the water with big but empty eyes. Your boyfriend Scaramouche, knowing what you were going through, was always there to support you. At this moment, he was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, gently washing your hair, trying to soothe you and looking with wild sympathy and compassion at the small, trembling figure in the tub that was going through the daily aftermath of what their own father had done before abandoning you.

" Sweetheart...you're going to get a cold...please get out of the tub...okay?"

Said Scaramouche quietly, rinsing the foam from your hair with hot water. You remained silent, hugging your knees, sitting in the water. After a while, he still managed to get you out of the tub. You stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly down and shivering as your boyfriend wiped your hair with a towel. You felt awful. You couldn't feel clean, you wanted to peel your skin off.

— ...M-my...body will forever be d-dirty ...

You whispered softly.