"Weak." Arlecchino spat as she stepped on your back, digging her heel in as you whimpered. Pulling the rope as your back arched before she kicked you over on your side. Crouching down to grab your chin. "Why do I even bother with you?" You held back tears, you knew she loved you but she was just used to being so harsh around everyone.

"You know I love you, right princess?" She stroked your hair, her sudden change of tone always caught you off gaurd as you slowly nodded. "And yet you still continue to disappoint me."

She paused for a moment, you slightly leaned into her touch as she continued to stroke your hair before grabbing your cheeks — not enough for it to hurt but enough for it to be uncomfortable. "You're lucky you're adorable, sweetheart."