"Don't look at me," he begged her.
She refused to listen as she opened her eyes to see a man with a leather robe and pins gridded into his head. So this is what had become of Elliot Spenser – the man she once loved a lifetime ago. Now reborn as a new life, she had found his puzzle box.
He had recognized her on first sight, and had ordered the other Cenobites not to harm her.
Now, he stood in the smoky room his once-love called her bedroom.
"Elliot?" she asked of him.
"No!" his deep voice was full of malice at that name, "I am not Elliot! Not anymore!"
She brushed her brown hair out of her eyes.
"Then what am I to call you?"
He was silent as he looked at her, their heights differing greatly – him at six feet tall, her at five foot two. She reached up with trembling hands, standing on her tip-toes to try and touch his face, but he backed away. She lowered herself and instead looked at the six wounds on his chest.
"You may call me…Pinhead."
She nodded at him, tears gathering in her eyes.
"What happened to you?"
Pinhead looked at her, "I was given a greater chance in Hell."
She reached out and gently touched the pulsing wounds, causing him to hiss the slightest bit. She got up on her tip-toes once more and cupped his cheek in her hand. He closed his eyes at the contact as she reached up and kissed him on the mouth, paying no heed to the pin that was about to jab her throat.
He began to tremble – it had been so long since he felt true affection. Her lips stayed pressed to his, and he did not move. A single tear of blood rolled down his cheek as she worked the Puzzle box in her hands to begin pulling him away from her and back into the world of the Labyrinth.
Pinhead raised his now-weak hands and cupped her cheeks, deepening the kiss. She continued to work the box, more tears of blood spilling from his eyes as he began to fade, until with one final working of the box, it was complete, and he was sucked back into the Labyrinth.
She stood there with nothing but his blood on her face and the box in her hands as she too began to cry, and she lay down on her bed and cried more blood than her love had. She lay down and drowned in her own blood, as somewhere in Hell, Pinhead was bound by his chains, and torn apart.