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+ her face collided with the metal table. He'd smell her. He inhaled. He sighed. He moaned - almost. "My God Jess."

+ His resurrection a mystery to both him and her. "I've missed you." His face planted into her hair, gently. Just after +

+ of his love burnt him. It was cruel. His neck had recovered she'd find out to her disbelief perhaps. His body had nowhere been found. +

+ his hands. He'd tell her to mutilate herself. "Bring that pretty face onto the table." He'd want her to hurt - hurt as much as the fire +

+ But this command would only be carried out once the Purple Man was out with his beloved, his dear. He loved her. He'd grab her face in +

+ Both of which had been given the task to shoot each other in the eyes - after having butchered everyone else in the police station. +

+ Clinking of chains filled his eardrums as Jessica was put into standby. He had police arrest her, a policewoman and a man. +

+ "Stand idly, my dear. Missed me?" The room had grown cold, or was it just him? The chair in which she sat was metal, the room was grey. +

+ naught but havoc. His primary consort. Just before she could physically resist him his words carried the command of standing still. +

+ for he was sure to have her PTSD strike her. His voice did not just leave it's mark externally - but also internally. In it's wake was +

+ the stamp on all other's actions. If he was not the devil, then the devil would be in his employ. "Jessica." He followed up +