and there you were. on his desk, his hand behide your neck creating marks on your nape, he created you! He wanted someone who would never leave him.

“Darling.. wake up..”

the moment you opened your eyes, he sighed relieved you went perfect, you’re the 12th version that finally succeeded. your body shivers by his fingers shocking electro through your neck

“I am Scaramouche, you’re creator. Your master. I created you.. stay still while I do this mark..”