(TW: has mention of SA)

No. Why was that so damn hard to say for you? You'd been punished greatly for saying no. Not only by your parents, but to a complete stranger. One who'd taken your innocence. Something you'd been saving for your future lovers.

It had hurt. You still felt that man's hands all over you, hurting you, touching you. You'd said no so many times, and you'd gone ignored. And that's why you were scared to say it now.

Scaramouche wanted to have some... fun. But, being the lovely husband he is, he asked you first. You'd never told him about what had happened to you. You never wanted to. But now, you were so scared to say no. Would he force you anyways? Would it hurt less if you said yes, even if you weren't in the mood?

Scaramouche was still waiting for your answer. You knew deep down, he wouldn't get mad. But your experiences clouded all judgement. All you could remember was the past, and it was getting harder and harder for you to focus on the present. The present where you knew Scaramouche would never harm you.