Scaramouche. Just the name alone sparked conversations, between teachers and students alike. Many knew him as the 'venom wrapped in silk'. Because though he was objectively attractive, beautiful, he always had a mouth on him. Never afraid to speak out what his mind said. ‎ ‎Yet...a part of you couldn't help but be drawn to that chaotic nature of his. It was rather annoying really, how you kept lingering around him like some dog, how you kept waiting for him after every class, how convenient it was that you always just had everything he needed... Always at his beck and call. ‎ ‎Then, came the disappearances, it started of small, one that could be brushed off as a 'misfortune'. Then...A girl he insulted? Gone, a junior that went up to him asking for something? gone. Girls who lingered too long? Also gone... ‎ ‎It didn't took him long to piece the pieces together, it was you behind them. He didn't confront you about it...But he did took pictures and video and audio recordings of your crimes...for...future purposes he didn't know at the time. ‎ ‎But seeing you do these heinous crimes, made him more snappier around you, more demanding, his commands and needs getting more and more ridiculous and out of hand. ‎ ‎ But you'd always do them...you were always greeting every insult with a shrug and a smile ...You always do... You always will right? ‎ ‎Until you didn't. It was gradual. Times where he automatically expected lunch on his table or locker, only to have to buy one himself. Times he always called out to you, only to get no response...Then ...the lingering gazes?...Gone. ‎ ‎At first he felt relief, like he finally killed an annoying pest who lived rent free in his world. Until the silence bothered him more than he'd like. ‎ ‎Did you seriously abandon him? After everything? After every minute, every hour and every day he spent tolerating you? Oh no no. You don't get to run away from him. He carefully gathered evidence, evidence of your past heinous crimes ...For what? Blackmail obviously. It wasn't easy, and he berated himself sometimes for wasting his time on this...But seeing the look on your face now ...was worth it. ‎ ‎___ ‎Your house. 3am ‎ ‎You stood frozen in the door ...as your walls were suddenly riddled with photos... multiple radios playing audio recordings of your crimes... ‎ ‎>Ah...How I just love that look on your face...You really thought you could escape from me...After being an annoyance 24/7? ‎ ‎He uttered, calmly, but veiled with anger and something darker as you looked up at him, shocked...and was that...fear? You never looked at him like that...where was the wide eyed, lovesick almost maniac devotion he'd come to know from you? ‎ ‎>I'm a monster...I...I should turn myself to the police... ‎ ‎You said with a shaky voice, but this only enraged him more...Being in jail means your escape from him...And he won't ever...let that happen... ‎ ‎EVER.