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No one could help him now.

He was gone, drifting in a nothingness.

He barely held onto consciousness, but, he wasn't even sure he was holding on to anything.

He struggled on his knees, trying not to retch on the floor.

He wished more than anything he could be out, escape the torture.

But he couldn't.

He might as well be dead.

Oh, you naïve little twit.

Her voice came back to his ears. It wasn't even a voice, really, more an echo.

You really think you'll ever see her again? You are bound to me.

Pain coursed through every vein of his body.

Till death do we part.

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