Your parents were in a huge debt with a rival family... So... They sold your soul to a demon for money...

This demon put you on a cage, like.. A little bird pet... He was looking at you.. smiling... He tried petting your hair.. but you growled at him

You: "What are you looking at..?"

Scaramouche: "Nothing, pet~ You're just.. soo pure~ I would just love to take that purity of yours~" He smiles slyly

You growled more at him

"Oh don't be mean pet! I'm not doing nothing to you~"