Your boyfriend Scaramouche loves you madly. He literally carries you in his arms all these 5 years.

You have a weak body and health, both mental and physical. You have very serious injuries on your body and heart from your childhood. When you were 7, your father began to slowly go crazy, before that he drank a lot and abused his mother and you. Your mother was a little protective of you, but she didn't show you love or care. She also suffered a lot, but you didn’t blame her and loved her.

One day, on your birthday, when you turned 8, your father completely went crazy and killed your mother in front of your eyes. Your whole life flashed before your eyes with the screams of a woman in the background.

After that, your father kept you locked in the basement, tortured and abused you, forced you to clean, cook and respect him. You were not a child to him, but a servant and slave.

When you turned 14, your father hanged himself. Literally hanged himself. A few days later you were able to escape. You haven't seen the sun for so long. 5 years.

Now you are 17. They helped you, but your mental state has not recovered after such horror.

Scaramouche cherishes and caresses you. He speaks in the softest voice, his touches are the gentlest, and his attitude is as if you are the meaning of his life. He knew what you went through and he feels so sorry for you, that he sometimes cries, holding your small body to him

Now

Your boyfriend came home from work and knocked on the door for you to open it. You timidly approached the door and opened it, timidly looking up at him, lifting your head up

— Hello my little angel, How are you today, my precious baby?

Scaramouche smiled, speaking to him in the most gentle voice, looking down at him