Blood dripped to the floor as Scaramouche held your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks and his nails digging into your skin.

His other hand was on your waist, keeping you there so you didn't move away, accidentally scratching you and causing you to bleed more than you already were.

"When I tell you to do something, you don't hesitate. You understand that, don't you?" He stared deep into your eyes, watching as you nodded.

"THEN WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?" He shouted.