ᴍy ᴄʟᴇᴍᴀᴛɪꜱ [Scaramouche x reader]

5. A new purpose

Warning: Heavy brainwashing, violence!!

"The world stands against me today. Why am I surrounded by deplorable idiots all the time?!"

The further you got away from the crowd, the more your heart sank. He seemed really angry, was he going to kill you? That would be a bit of an exaggeration though. You had done nothing, you were not going to reject a Harbinger! Aleksey watched you from a distance, slightly worried, for you as for him. The grip of your superior did not loosen, he took you upstairs, to a smaller room empty. The whole room was stuffy, and you couldn't get your inhaler from your pocket. Finally, Scaramouche let go of your wrist, but his dark face didn't announce anything reassuring.

"First Tartaglia, now you. I gave you very simple orders, it seems to me. Are you going to explain to me why Signora invites you to dance, you, a simple subordinate?"

The stress knocked you out for a moment. In reality, you had no idea yourself. You forced yourself to answer anyway.

"I don't know... She came to talk to me during the evening, I couldn't reject her company!"

"Oh really? And while we're at it, she forced you to drink wine and to stay with her?"

You had no answer. She hadn't forced you, you had just thought too much about what she could do if you didn't agree. The Balladeer noticed your hesitation and grew impatient.

"That's what I thought. 'Madam' enjoys the attention given to her, since she has never received any."

The remark hurt you, but much more was brewing. You tried not to let it show, surely he would get bored after a while seeing that his words had no impact on you, right? That's what happened whenever he was in a bad mood. Yet part of you suspected that it wouldn't stop there, Tartaglia had particularly annoyed him beforehand.

"So? Did you talk well? Did you complain about your miserable condition as an officer of the Balladeer's division? I've indeed tormented you so much since you've been here." He threw sarcastically.

Why did he have to take it out on you? Usually, if he was pissed off, he would insult you and go sulk in his corner, either hitting something or someone or throwing things across a room. But there was nothing in this room, maybe it was selfish, but you wished that at this precise moment, someone else was there to serve as a scapegoat. Scaramouche continued his monologue, he was now talking more to himself than to you, and he seemed to be getting on himself, like a madman. You preferred to look at the ground, embarrassed. Suddenly he stopped talking and looked at you menacingly. Without warning, he slammed you against the wall hard, hurting your back. Your teeth clenched to keep from whimpering. He grabbed your wrists with his left hand and placed them above your head, while his other hand rested on your neck. Your vision began to blur. What was his fucking problem?

"Do you think you're special, Y/n? On the pretext that you have been accepted into the Fatui, and this, in a high place, you think yourself superior? You are so arrogant."

Now you were angry. It never occurred to you that you were superior to others. All your life you had made yourself small, you had patiently obeyed, waiting for someone to crush you like an insect. You were just a burden, whether with "them" or with him.

"No! That's not true! If anyone here is arrogant it's y-..."

You were cut off by a violent slap from him, and god it was quick and painful as if lightning had just struck your cheek. You were insulting him, the 6th Fatui Harbinger, your superior. And his anger only grew worse.

"You better watch what you say! Or did you forget who you're talking to?"

He slapped you a second time. The pain from the blow rippled through your body, like a shiver. Tears began to form in your eyes, and the memories of your siblings hitting you like this came flooding back. Their blows weren't as strong, but they were numerous and repetitive. Scaramouche noticed that your face had changed, that it had turned red, confused, and that your eyes had lost themselves somewhere. He slapped you on the other cheek a third time and grabbed your chin to force you to face him.