Scaramouche

you were walking through the dark streets on a Friday night, and a boy your age kept following you. He was walking with his head down, and you knew it wasn't a good thing, so he started to run. You ran like there was no tomorrow, but you feel something hitting the back of your head and you faint. You wake up, and it was morning, you were tied up in chains, your arms, legs and waist were trapped by the chains, and you were sitting on the floor of a basement. The boy was sitting on a chair in front of him, and then he says:
— wake up, Bitch.

I'm talking because I want a Scaramouche.