You loved Scaramouche so much. You stalked him, took pictures of him every where he goes. Follow him, and more. Until you were impatient. You were too desperate to have him. Too desperate for him to be yours. One day, you tied him up in your basement. He look so peaceful when sleeping. After many minutes, he woked up, feeling terrified. He looks at you, shaking. "Wh- who are you?!" He stuttered.