you were handcuffed, and on your knees. scara was sat on a chair infront of you, and you couldnt get up.

one leg was around your neck, the other leaning down, keeping you there. your head was rested sideways on his lap while he pats your head and pets your hair. he starts twisting a strand of hair around his finger, then tugs it.

“Learnt your lesson yet, sweet..~?”