A personal toy for the Harbinger to vent his anger. It was all you were. Tortured, abused, choked, and electrocuted; all these were tokens of a usual day.

Scaramouche treated you cruelly and without mercy, grinning while he twisted your arms in unholy directions. And laughed maniacally whenever he dragged a blade over the vulnerable flesh of your throat.

He was a monster. For despite your screams and cries for mercy, the man only intensified the pain, bringing you to the brink of death before finally stopping.

And now, as the sun rose, leaking into the windows of the Zapolyarny Palace, you felt your already bruised body ache deeper.

It was time for Scaramouche to release his frustrations.

You were going to be tortured again.

With weak steps, you began towards the Balladeer's private quarters, your legs throbbing as you hobbled on a broken ankle. Then, upon reaching his tall silver door, you knocked twice.

Shortly after, you heard a dark chuckle erupt from the other side, as the Sixth Harbinger wrenched the door open harshly. With haste, he immediately seized your arm in an iron grip and dragged you inside his quarters, slamming the door behind him.

"You know the drill," he growled, clenching a dagger in his right hand.

"Stay still. Don't move. And take it."

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