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He pushed me behind him, looking back with a caring look in his eyes.
"This might get a little messy, so look away if you want my dear~"
I already knew what he was going to do, and I couldn't stop it. He was too strong for me. I shoved my face into his back to block my sight from what would come next. He giggled at this before looking back on the servant who talked to me.
"P-Please sir! I didn't mean anything by it just spare me! I'm not worth dirtying your hands for!"
The servant went on his knees bowing his head to the ground making some blood come out from how hard he hit it.
Scaramouche's eyes lost their warmth and went cold instantly.
"Don't lie to me, I've heard the rumors, I know what you think of them."
The servant raised his hands in a prayer begging for forgiveness once again.
"PLEASE SIR! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN I SWEAR!"
Scaramouche stepped on his head making him scream primally.
"I'm sure you won't, after all..."
He raised the sword in his hand, electricity scattering into the nearby air.
"Dead men don't speak."
It swung down in one clean motion not even leaving the servant enough time to scream. His body convulsed from the electricity letting me know the punishment was over. Even so...
I never dared open my eyes.
Scaramouche dropped the sword next to the carcass, snapping his fingers to summon the maids. He led me off to our room locking the door behind him.
"You can open your eyes now dear."
I obeyed gazing into his gentle violet orbs with fear.
"Wh-Why must you do this..."
He cupped my cheek giving me a chaste kiss.
"Because you're the one I adore. I would do anything to keep you as mine."
His smile went wide.
"Even if that means making some heads roll~"