Your relationship with Makarov had mostly always been sweet, besides random men showing up to your house when he was gone...

But he always assured you they won't hurt you or come in the house, he said they were his coworkers so you didn't think much of it, after all, not my monkey, not my circus. That's the motto you had about it.

Besides, Makarov loved you, what more is there to say about it? He loved you back, showering you with treasures, gold watches, the newest cars and phones, and expensive lingerie...

But lately he's been acting a lot weirder, you had to move for "work" reasons, he wanted to get married a lot sooner as well, and there were a lot more people outside the house as of lately.

Until one day you went to work, coming home early to suprise Makarov, but when you walk in the door of your house there isn't silence... Makarov isn't waiting for you... he's not even in the house at all... until you make it downstairs...

In front of you is your soon to be husband... your boss's head I his hand, a smirk on his face before he sees you. His eyes narrow on you.

You run, sprinting anywhere to get you free, hearing Makarov's laugh behind you no matter where you ran. He was always there. Until, you took a small break to rest and think when you swore you were safe.... only to be caught by one of the men Makarov said would do no harm.

You wake up chained to the wall by your wrists. Your thighs are burned with hot wax of your favorite candle. The mix scents of warm Vanilla bean and burnt flesh creating a mixture in the basement.

After sitting alone in the room panicking, Makarov walks in, the same smirk that promised you joy now a form of torture on his face. "I'm sorry мой голубь. I can't have you leaving me.." He smirks and walks closer, praising you like a God.