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We know that the Devil doesn't exist. Unfortunately, somebody forgot to tell him.

Kim Possible:
-HellRaiser-
Chapter Three
By Geor-sama

Ron woke up slowly, his mind sluggishly working through the haze of sleep. Opening his eyes wider he stared around at the rosy tinted room, aware that he was clutching something tightly to him. Something that was breathing, female and very much clinging to him as well. "Kim," he whispered softly before looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms, her head resting on his upper chest. He considered how peaceful she seemed right then compared to last night and frowned, squeezing her gently which earned him a groan.
Smiling despite his earlier memories he stroked her shoulder through the shirt, then reluctantly he shifted his body allowing her to slid off of him and onto the bed completely. He paused for a moment as Kim stirred in her sleep, actually seeming to growl in disapproval. Once he was sure she was still asleep he stroked her cheek before gently kissing it, smiling as Kim made a soft purring like noise which accompanied her whispering of his name. Tucking her in, he slipped out of the bed stretching.
"I gotta change," Ron muttered to himself, fingering his slightly stale shirt and pants. He'd been wearing the same thing, his sleeping clothes, for nearly a whole day. He started for the door then paused, unable to remember were exactly he'd left his bag. Frowning he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to jog his memory, but it only served to make his eyes water. Sighing he gave up on changing and opened the door descending into the rest of the house, the vague idea of fixing Kim breakfast his only guide.
Making as little noise as possible Ron slipped into the kitchen and began to do just that. Humming to himself he stirred the eggs and milk, lulled by the soft sizzling sound of margarine melting on the frying pan. Setting the mixing bowl down he wiped his hands before retrieving the slices of bread. Losing himself in his art, he let all of his concerns fall away reveling in his ability to create something that would ultimately say more to Kim than he ever could with words.
"I think I'm actually jealous of Kimmie," Mrs. Possible said from the doorway, causing Ron to jump slightly. The elder red head, who was dressed in a navy blue shirt and a tight black skirt, smiled at him "What exactly are you fixing her?"
Blushing slightly Ron returned to his work muttering his answer "Apple French Toast,"
"I thought so," Mrs. Possible said as she crossed the kitchen to the coffee maker "I suppose you heard the shouting last night."
"Yea," Ron answered slowly, slicing the apple "I...Maybe Kim shouldn't be staying here..."
"She belongs with her family Ron," Mrs. Possible said walking over to stand next to him "I think things are real for her now...the argument last night had to have gotten home that me and her father aren't getting back together." At his continued silence she reached out and stopped his hand in mid-slice "She needed that argument last night, she needed to hear what was said."
"I think you needed it more than her," Ron muttered pulling his hand away, gathering up the apple slices as he turned to continue preparing breakfast. He couldn't believe that she was trying to justify what had happened last night, Kim hadn't needed to hear or see that. He wasn't entirely sure what it had been over but he severely doubted that it made the fact that her parents weren't getting back together any more real to her.
"Don't forget the flower Ron," Mrs. Possible said softly, setting the bloom of a sundrop flower on the tray he had nearby "When serving a girl breakfast in bed you have to include a flower."
"Thanks," Ron muttered before glancing at her curiously "Why are you all dressed up anyway?"
"I have-don't tell Kimmie, I don't think she could accept this, but I have a breakfast date." Ron nearly dropped his spatula looking over at her incredulously, not because it was impossible for her to get a date, but because of how soon it was. It was just too weird, he opened and closed his mouth as he tried to form a question but Mrs. Possible continued nervously "He's a really nice guy Ron, you actually know him. Remember Professor Ramesh?"
"Whoa, wait...Ramesh? Short, bald, fat?!" Ron blurted staring at her with wide eyes, then shaking his head turned back to the breakfast he was preparing, sliding the first few slices of bread off of the frying pan and onto the plate. He couldn't believe it, Mrs. Possible was dating the same guy that Kim had once confided had tried to hit on her at her eighteenth birthday party.
Mrs. Possible seemed to take his silence for an odd understanding, because she leaned in to kiss his cheek before slipping out of the kitchen. Alone Ron couldn't help but pinch the back of his hand, swearing that he would never tell Kim. He was however now completely convinced that something was definitely wrong with Mrs. Possible, it had to be drugs of some type. She was a doctor, it wouldn't be hard for her to get legal drugs to alter her mood.
Sighing he added the last of the slices of French toast to the plate, along with the syrup, and then picking up the tray, promised himself to clean up the kitchen later. Mulling over everything he climbed the stairs up to the second floor where he had to balance the tray precariously as two twins darted past him without so much as a hello. Annoyed he continued on his way, climbing up into the room only to freeze.
Like a deer caught in headlights of an onrushing car, he stood there staring back at a darkly glaring Kim. Smiling nervously he climbed the rest of the way into the bedroom revealing the tray as he tried to calm her down "I made you some breakfast..." Seeing the anger dissipate he walked over and sat on the side of the bed, putting the tray in her lap "Sorry,"
"S'ok Ron," Kim whispered as he picked the yellow bloom up and put it in her hair just above the ear. Smiling shyly she looked at the tray before groaning in mock disappointment "This is going to go straight to my ass..."
"Trust me, your ass has never looked better." Ron responded lightly, then glancing at her aware of how close they were stood and walked over her computer chair not saying another word. He listened as Kim picked up her utensils and start in on her breakfast silently. He shouldn't have said that, he knew he shouldn't have but he had and now there was no way of taking it back.
"I was thinking that we should go to the park today." Kim said after a moment, prompting the blond to turn and look at her curiously. Smiling she speared some of the bread with her fork "We could have a picnic...get to spend some time together. We haven't gotten to just hang for a while...plus, it'll let you see my ass in something other than blue spandex."
Ron couldn't help but nod in shocked agreement, watching as she returned to her breakfast. Rubbing the back of his neck he sat down in her computer chair, shaking his head as he grinned. Maybe Mrs. Possible had been right, maybe Kim had needed that fight to happen. She was certainly not acting like he thought she would be, she seemed herself, but part of him couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was only acting.
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The restaurant was an upscale quiet place, with discreet music playing in the background. It catered to well-dressed clientele, couples occupying their private worlds in the booths, while a few solitary drinkers at the bar killing time. It was by and far to early for people to really be found inside, mostly those with odd hours or enough money to miss a few hours of work.
Cathy Possible stared at the man across from her. They were most definitely an odd couple; she was tall and attractive, with short red hair and crystal blue eyes. She exuded a certain kind of subdued sexuality, useful for women reaching the Autumn of their lives. He however was short and fat, with a large nose and barely three hairs on his balding head. By all logical viewpoints he should have not been there, yet they were and they were each looking intently at each other.
Ramesh stared at her like a love-sick puppy, as if he couldn't believe his unearthly luck to be here with her. Cathy was smiling encouragingly, her eyes speaking volumes of what she wanted and desired. Setting her wine down she shifted closer to him, reaching out to touch his hand gently "I'm so happy you asked me out,"
Ramesh's eyes lit up in pleasure and he moved closer to her "I'm just happy your agreed."
"Oh, I'd agree to anything you want," the former Mrs. Possible whispered suggestively "Breakfast was wonderful."
"Only because you were here," he offered happily and she smiled a little more
"Oh you are a charmer," Cathy offered "if I'm not careful you might charm me into something...naughty."
"No, no...besides where would we even try that? Your house has kids and mine has a wife." Ramesh answered softly, his face falling as the red head removed her hand from his, then perked up as it dropped to his lap.
"I let my sons go to their friends, they'll be gone for most of the day. And Kimmie is out with Ron, my house is empty lover..." her voice dropped an octave as she gave his crotch a squeeze "Come on, I'm yours for the taking. Be brave, I won't say no to anything-"
"I-"
"Not even if you make me wear my wedding dress," she suggested seductively leaning in so that her mouth was next to his ear "Or Kim's old cheerleading out fit. I could squeeze into that...I know you wanted to fuck her when she was growing up. I would have let you, I would have helped...and if you want you can fuck me and pretend its her."
Ramesh gulped, sweat beading on his forehead as he glanced at her slowly, surprised "I never, that is to say, she's very lovely but...I never wanted to do that with her."
"Mhmmm," Cathy said, squeezing his crotch once more "She would have been easy you know. If you had just asked me to help, she was always an obedient child...and I'm just as obedient.
"This is," he paused looking at her hopefully "You're not just pulling my leg are you?"
"Lover, you take me back to my house...I'll fuck your brains out on her bed if you want."
"This is unbelievable!" He said in disbelief and the red head kissed his cheek sitting back, her hand leaving his crotch to move back to the wine glass.
"Is it?" she asked sweetly, glancing at him "Any position. Anywhere in the house. No taboo's...I've always wanted you and if I have to pretend to be my daughter to get you to fuck me then I will. So, what do you want to do?"
Ramesh shifted in his seat, gulping down his drink looking uncertain. He studied his beefy hands for a moment then looked over at her, giving her a nervous smile which she returned. Taking a breath he let out slowly as he answered her "Cathy...I dreamed of this for a long time...I'm not about to pass this chance up. Kim was a fantasy, your a goddess that I've wanted since I first met you. You don't have to pretend to be anybody for me."
Smiling she stood slowly and then offered her hand to help him up, then slipping an arm around his neck planted a passionate kiss on him. Breaking it slowly she stared into his dreamy and shocked face, smiling softly as she spoke "I should have married you instead of James..."
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"The garden's overgrown," the blond male dressed in a white shirt with green sleeves muttered to his companion; a red headed lithe young woman who remained silent. He glanced at her and then back at the peeling yellow paint on the house "I had told my uncle to sell the place but he thought I might want it someday. Someplace to settle down with a family."
"Ron," Kim trailed off then glanced at him, a hand reaching up to touch his shoulder "Are you sure you its ok if we go inside?"
He smiled weakly not looking away from the house "Of course KP, a house is for family after all."
"True. So am I the sister or the cousin?" Kim quipped in a light voice.
He glanced at her and grinned in earnest "Lets just say we wouldn't have to worry about getting arrested for incest." He paused looking nervous as he added quickly "That is...uh...if anything...not that...." shutting up he turned and started up the walkway, Kim hot on his heels. He paused at the door and ran his fingers over the dulled bronze doorknob, remaining motionless for a moment before producing a key and sliding it home.
He twisted, then frowned when the lock refused to click. "Errr..." he glanced at Kim then up at the darkening sky "I know this is the key."
"Maybe your uncle changed the locks?" Kim suggested helpfully before looking up at the sky as well "I hope not, otherwise were going to get really wet soon."
Ron frowned and made the key turn and thrust his shoulder into the door, forcing it to swing open with a creak allowing a musky smell to wash over them. "Ah! Success," he muttered ushering Kim inside as the dark clouds over head finally burst, splattering the world with their tears.
Kim gazed at the insides of the dark house, enjoying the dryness before she noticed the slightly far away look Ron had. "Hey, Ron...Earth to Ron..."
He glanced at her, blinking "Hmm, oh sorry Kp. Just remembering how things..." he shook his head "Head onto the living room, the power should still be on...I think Uncle Jerry has been paying the electric bill." Seeing her glance at him he smiled "A tax deduction I think..."
"Riiiight" Kim responded smiling back "So you going to share why you were so willing to come back here? I mean we coulda made it back to my house just as quickly."
"True," Ron admitted glancing up the stairs "But I wanted to grab some spare clothes. I've been wearing the same clothes since we went off to join Global Justice."
"Ron, since when do you care about your clothes? You're Mister If-its-comfortable-why-wear-something-else."
Ron turned, noting the concern and he smiled touching he shoulder lightly "Hey, I left some comfortable clothes here. Besides, you gotta be sick of seeing me always wearing this shirt or my hockey jersey..." smiling wider he seemed like the old Ron "Besides! They'll be great for off duty..."
"Why? All you do is hold yourself up in your room and sleep." Kim quipped and yelped as Ron pinched her arm.
"Not all of us can go for days on end without sleep Kim," Kim stuck her tongue out at this and strode off, heading for the living room hips swaying. Shaking his head he looked away and started up the stairs hand trailing along the railing as he went, disturbing the layer of dust.
He reached the landing and stopped, listening the soft noise that Kim made as she moved into the living room, then turned heading for his parents old room. The door opened easily and he glanced around, seeing the layer of dust that covered the floor, his mind supplying the locations of where the dresser and bed used to be. Frowning slightly he backed out of the room closing the door behind him, heading for his room.
It was just how he remembered it, disorganized but not insanely. It was, as he referred to it, 'comfortably lived in' and he smiled at the fond memories contained within. Silently he stepped inside, picking his way across the floor studying the various items. Sighing he moved onto his closet and opened it, shifting through the various clothes he had left behind. During the last six months he had only needed two shirts and a pair of cargo pants since Global Justice had provided him everything he needed.
But like he had told Kim, he need clothes for when he was off duty. It was also his excuse to go visit his home, to see if the memories would be back. He paused, coming to the suit his mom had insisted he wear under his graduation gown. He smiled sardonically and then continued with his search for clothes, surprised at just how many pairs of brown cargo pants he owned.
It wasn't long until he had a small pile of clothes, several cargo pants and a few shirts he had been fond of in school. Over head thunder boomed followed by an increase in rain, which startled Ron but then he shrugged it off and picked up the garbage bag that had been tossed across his floor. His uncle had obviously meant to clean out his room but had never gotten around to it, which was fine with Ron.
Quietly shoved the clothes into the bag and then paused, hearing the distant sound of the old family radio crackling to life. "The Devil is watching you. That's the message I came here tonight to bring you. The Devil is watching you and he sees the corruption in your hearts. He hears you! He sees you! Every night, every day-" Ron tuned out the voice, not very interested in listening to some radio preacher.
Turning to leave the room, he spotted his desk still strewn with papers and two dust covered items he had received for graduation. Setting the garbage bag full of clothes down he strode over and picked them up, fingering them lightly. His father had been so proud to give them to him, they were the only things his family had kept through the years. His great grandfather had had the worn looking Torah since before the Nazi's had started their death camps and some how, miraculously, it had survived through the entire ordeal with is grandfather. The skull cap was the first one that his grandfather had worn upon being freed.
He turned the holy book over in his hand, his thumb running along its spine then he turned thoughtfully opening the garbage bag and placing them on top of the clothes. His faith might have been ruined but he couldn't turn his back on three generations of Stoppables, if not more. That done he tied the bag with a simple knot and carried it down the stairs, laughing at Kim's inventive curses.
She was still struggling with the radio and the still talking preacher when he rounded the corner. Obviously she now realized why they never used it, you couldn't change the channel on the blasted thing. Setting his bag down he watched as Kim banged on the side of the radio causing the preachers voice to grow in strength "The Devil knows your soul!"
"No he doesn't," Kim muttered hauling back to give the radio, an old fashioned type that looked more like a chest, a very solid and hard hit. Ron quickly crossed the distance and caught her hand, laughing even more.
"Easy KP, just pull the plug." Kim glanced up at him darkly then nodding stood and spent several minutes trailing the black cord before finding the wall socket. The radio continued for a second and then fell silent as thunder boomed over head and lightening flashed in the distance.
The red head looked at him, smiling then strode to the couch plopping down heavily "So what do we do now? We can't go back to the park cause we'll get drenched, I don't want to go home..."
Ron joined her and shrugged, leaning his head back "Iunno," he was immediately rewarded for his helpful suggestion by a throw pillow slapping him in the face. Blinking in surprise he looked over at Kim who was obviously waiting for his next response. Instead he lunged across the small couch and started tickling her mercilessly.
Laughing Kim struggled, hitting him several more times with the pillow before finally he rolled off of her and landed heavily on the floor. No sooner had he found himself staring up at the ceiling than Kim was straddling him and beating him around the head with her throw pillow.
"Hey! No fair, illegal weapon!" Ron shouted as he tried to cover his head, laughing.
Kim continued for a moment then stopped breathing heavily from her exertion. Ron reacted catching her in surprise and suddenly she was on her back and he was towering over her, his legs between hers and he smiled tickling her. Squirming and laughing she tried to grab his hands and stop him "Ron-" she started laughing even more"-stop, please...can't breath!" she laughed even harder, tears dancing in the corners of her eyes from the force of her laughter.
Ron finally stopped and laughed as well, moving to collapse onto the floor next to her, their hips touching. Both slowly caught there breaths and Ron turned his head to stare at her intently "I think this is the first time you've actually laughed and it didn't sound forced since yesterday."
Kim wiped at her eyes, laying on her back, then turned her head to stare at him "I know, I think I needed it. Suddenly nothings as horrible as I thought, I mean...it hurts what happened with mom and dad, but its not so bad. I mean life goes on."
"Kim," Ron said, rolling over on his side head resting on his outstretched arms "Your mom and dad still love you..."
"I know," Kim said softly closing her eyes for a moment, only to open them suddenly aware that he had moved. Her breath caught when she found herself staring up into those warm 'Ron' brown eyes. Neither said a word, lost for the moment in staring at each other, as if seeking permission. Slowly Ron lifted his stubby fingers to stroke her cheek softly, then cupping her chin he lowered his mouth to capture hers in a kiss.
Kim was caught by surprise for a moment, then closing her eyes she lifted her own hand to tentatively hold the back of his head. The kiss deepened and the only noise was that of the rain splashing against the window, then finally Ron broke the embrace speaking softly "I-Kim..." Kim nodded slightly and allowed Ron to slip his arm around her waist and pull her into his chest. Snuggling against him, she buried her face into his chest and closed her eyes drifting off slowly along with him.
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Tim Possible was sitting on his bed, crossed legged and watching his twin brother. The other Possible, Jim, was seated cross-legged on the floor his hands and eyes currently focused on the small, beautifully designed and intricately wrought puzzle box. It was partial completed, with a tune playing softly missing only a few various notes.
"I almost have it," Jim said eagerly, glancing up at his twin.
"Excellent," Tim said, leaning forward excitedly on his bed "Pass it here." His twin tossed it through the space separating them, without a qualm and Tim immediately started to work once he had caught it.
This is what they had been doing ever since they had come home to find their mom and Ramesh occupied downstairs.
Trying to open the box.
Jim sat there quietly, watching his brother closely. It wasn't until he heard the muffled scream from the area near his bed that he looked away. He studied the bound and gagged pixie scout shoved into the gap between the nightstand and his bed, she was cute but had nothing on his mother or even that female angel. It had been a lark to grab her, they hadn't expected to have the chance to call the angels. "You think we should keep her?"
Tim grunted for a moment, glancing over at the girl then looked back at the box in his hands "Nah, we got that female angel to look forward to."
Jim nodded, grinning wickedly as he continued to study the girl "Think she could teach Cindy here how to-" but was cut off as his brother made an excited noise.
"I got it!" Tim exclaimed as another panel slide into place. The music box was now almost opened completely, only a single move stood between them and ultimate pleasure. The tune was playing almost fully now, soft and unassuming.
Jim's eyes sparkled as he held his hands out "We're almost there. I know it!" he enthused eagerly as his brother passed the device back to his twin, equally excited. Jim held it in his hand as if it was very delicate, examining it with unfettered amazement. This was what his mother had used to bring them such pleasure, this was what she had used to drive that jerk of a father out of the house. Such a tiny thing, it was hard to believe it had such great power.
"Come on!" Tim said loudly "I'm not going to waste my hard on."
"Screw you," Jim snapped glaring at his brother "You prefer sucking other guys anyway, so I don't see why your in such a hurry."
Tim grew scarlet, glaring at his twin who at the moment he suddenly loathed "You don't seem to complain!"
Jim rose, box held tightly in his hands "You beg me! That's the only reason I even let you!" That shouted he turned his furious attention back to the box, his fingers examining it, turning it this way and that. His fingers ran over the many panels of its intricate design, obviously seeking to find the last section they needed to complete the puzzle. "Maybe we should give it back to mom," he muttered, having no success after several minutes of searching.
"Your joking. She'd flay us alive if she found out we took her puzzle box." Tim cautioned eyeing the box hungrily.
"Maybe, but--" Jim paused as his eyes lit up in triumph. "Ah ha!" There was a soft click as the last part of the puzzle slid across and settled into place. The tune seemed to pick up, now a full melody, its completion heralding the activation of the box's final mechanism. Jim let it fall to the floor as the various panels and faces began to move of their own volition.
The lights in the room dimmed before dying completely plunging the room into pure darkness. Jim and Tim mastered their impulses to scream as a bell tolled seemingly both in the distance and close at hand. "Wha-" Jim said looking around in confusion, while the nicely painted walls creaked and groaned, like they were straining against an unknown force. An unearthly blue light slowly appeared, waving and dancing across the floor, ceiling and walls giving the room a feel of evil.
The bound girl screamed into her gag and wiggled furiously, while Tim and Jim darted their eyes everywhere, terror in every line of their faces. Then Jim, for some great unknown reason looked down at the floor where the puzzle box rested-the light was streaming out of one face as it continued to play its haunting melody. Before he could truly wrap his brilliant mind around this, he was forced to look up to see the door to his room open and his mother enter looking terrified.
Before anyone could utter a noise a light blossomed in the open doorway behind they're mother, it was so brilliant that all of them had to shield their eyes against it. A shadowed appeared, manlike in appearance, malevolent in feeling. He remained motionless for a moment then stepped forward so that this features were clearer to the gathered people. He was tall, dark and very imposing figure
As if heralding this person's arrival, the bell tolled once again.
"Finally," the figure intoned, the room seeming to groan at the sound of the masculine voice "After so many months of teasing. Delightful.” The figure stepped the rest of the way into the room, causing the remaining shadows to slip away and reveal his face. It was bone white and hairless, covered by deep bloodless lines with inch-long pins driven into the intersections.
Cathy fearfully backpedaled, tripping and stumbling as she on instinct placed herself between her sons and the man. This however didn't dissuade the man who walked toward them, before looking around the room taking it in, utterly impassive and unimpressed. Then he settled his gaze upon the red headed woman who was shaking like a leaf.
"Cathy," greeted the man with a reserved, though polite nod "Tim and Jim," he said acknowledgement the twins, his black eyes glinting with a sinister humor "So good to see you clothed this time."
"W-who are you?" Jim stuttered followed by his brother Tim "How'd you get here?"
"The box," the man replied, motioning at the puzzle box still on the floor "You opened it. We came."
"We?" repeated Jim weakly.
The cold click of booted feet despite the fact the floors were carpeted drew the three terrified Possible’s gaze toward the door. Emerging from the light, just as the man had done, were three figures each as terrifying as the one that came before them.
One was a large man, his face smooth and rounded with rolls of fat, eyes hidden behind large opaque black goggles. His skin was darker than his companions and gleamed with a sheen of sweat and despite his formidable size, he moved with inhuman grace and fluidity. Slightly behind the fat man was a terribly disfigured creature that could only just barely be identified as being human at one point. Its body and limbs were untouched, save for the odd hook driven into its flesh as part of its clothing. It's face was little more than a great, single mass of scar tissue that covered its eyes and nose completely. Its most horrifying feature however was its lipless mouth which allowed it to bare its teeth in an endless , chattering, grin.
The third new arrival had at one time been a woman, her face was almost untouched and could almost have been considered beautiful, where it not for the pale complexion and complete lack of hair. Her throat had been slit and the sides of the wound were pulled open and pinned in place to reveal the lack of a voice box. The three new arrivals moved automatically into positions behind the man, who continued to stare impassively at the frightened family members.
"Who are you! Why are you here!" Cathy asked horrified, blue eyes darting from one to another.
"We are connoisseurs of experience," answered Pinhead "We are here because you summoned us."
"I didn't-"
"Your desire was they’re motivation ," the throatless woman said softly. The Chatterer twittered excitedly, apparently agreeing with its companions.
"M-my daughter will be home any minute. She's beaten freaks like you before..."
"She is not our concern," Pinhead responded unbothered by Mrs. Possible’s threat
"A minute is all the time we need," the throat less woman commented once more.
"To take you back with us," elaborated the fat man.
Cathy Possible was suddenly struck by understanding. It was such a shock that she stumbled backwards, crashing past the twins and into their desk "You're the angels...from the box!"
"Of course we are," replied Pinhead blandly "Angels to some, demons to others." He made a small motion with one hand, signaling his companions. The three demons moved around their leader and approached the three present members of the Possible clan.
"But your angels!"
"Ah," Pinhead breathed "We are reflections of a shattered mirror." That said the demons shoved the Possible’s out of the room. Pinhead studied the room then noticing the bound girl, and a frantically working pink mole rat, he smiled faintly before he turned toward the hallway and the front of the house as if sensing something.
His features seemed to flash with pleasure as the screams and pleading began, then moving toward the door "I have such delights to show you," he murmured softly lowering his gaze to where the box was now resting "Such pleasures."
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