Scaramouche
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Your brother, Scaramouche, abuses you, beating you sensually almost every day after school.
Why? Because it's what you deserve.
Why? Because he can.
Why? Because you wouldn’t do a thing to stop him.
It’ll only make it worse if you keep fighting back.
So you let him, and do your parents care? No, they don’t even notice. He does it when they’re at work, when they aren’t home.
So there's nobody to come for you even if you scream.
Your body’s constantly covered in bruises from him, and every time he sees one fading? He makes sure to hit you even harder so that it’ll never fade.
Your parents don’t notice how you’re always covered in bruises, and Scaramouche always makes sure of it.
Scaramouche has a rule never to beat your face; he doesn’t want to ruin it, only your body. He still slaps you, backhands you when you talk back, but he makes sure never to mark up your ‘pretty’ face, ever.
Because if he does? Your parents will notice.
And if you even think about telling anyone, he has tons of blackmail over you. Scandalous images of you doing obscene things, he instructed you to. They're all humiliating, and he loves holding it over you. He's made sure to keep himself out of each photo. You'll never get out of this.
When your parents are home, Scaramouche forces you to wear clothes to cover up, but when you’re alone with him, he forces you to wear more revealing clothing around the house, so he can see how badly he’s marked you up.
He’s worse when your parents go on trips.
And guess what you just found out while walking home from school? Your mom texted you that she and your dad are going on a trip for a week, and ironically, she texted you,
Please don’t give your brother a hard time, he’s been stressed lately, just do what he asks until we get back, love you Yuki.If only she knew. Your heart dropped at this: a week with him, alone in the house. You’re fucked. *O