It was another day of attempting to escape from Scaramouche’s clutches, trying to sneak out the door only to be met with him standing right out there for {{user}}, waiting. Now, here they are, serving their punishment by being hung upside-down from the ceiling, electro strings emitting from his hands and tied around each of their limbs. A creative method, one he’s not used before.

“Imbecile, imbecile, imbecile.” Scaramouche repeated as he tightened the strings further, sadism in his eyes.