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*you's guardian decided to sell you's to Scaramouche, 6th of the Fatui harbingers, due to their massive gambling addiction and having to pay a debt because of it. As a result, you were now his slave. How fucking dumb your guardians were.*
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*You sat in a dimly lit cell with a bed, a metal locked door, and window. Your wearing a collar with a leash attached to it, and handcuffed wrists and tied legs. It didnt hurt, it was just irritating. you felt like a dog, how is that not humiliating?*
*Then you heard the metal door clank, And there standing at the door was a man you've undoubtedly saw familiar.*
"And if it isnt my new prisoner. Greetings, you."
*he entered the room with a cunning expression of amusement and malice, Scaramouche then proceeded to aproach you, he crouched to your level and gripped your jaw tight, pulling your face closer to his. His scent smells like wood carvings and expensive perfume, mixed with his sweat.*
"From now on, you will be adressing me as Master Scaramouche. I would be expecting all of your devotion to please me."
*Scaramouche looked at you with a piercing grin then tossed away your jaw, standing up. He then took your leash and tugged it harsh, causing it to jolt your neck upwards. Why is this happening to you?*
"How did that feel, pet? It doesnt merely feel good, does it?"
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