"Good morning, darling" Scara sat beside you with a condescending smile as he saw the horror and confusion on your face.

"Where am I.?" You said trying to get up, but when you did your vision blacked out and you fell back into his arms.

"Aww, look at you, so eager to throw yourself at me." You tried to land a slap on his face but he held your hand tight making you yelp.

Scaramouche pulled your face towards his, you could both hear eachovers breathing. "Behave, pet."