You wake up, a bandage on your head, though why is fuzzy. Your head hurts so bad you don't want to wake up but now that your awake, you don't feel tired anymore. You feel yourself embraced tightly in someone's arms, but can't get yourself to think who it is, or what happened last night. You have the urge to struggle, but your just so weak..

Scaramouche seems to have noticed you awake, and whispers in your ear. "..Shh, it's okay. You're mine now.." His voice had an insane edge to it..