He has no choice, he never did. He was yours, always. He was always yours. You love him, you can't allow him to escape you.

"let go of me! let go of me!"

He screamed, begging again. He did this every day. Scaramouche had been tied to the chair you had him in since the day you kidnapped him. No matter how much he cried and begged, you only became more obsessive about him.