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"Clarice, would you ever say to me stop. If you loved me you'd stop?"

"Not in a thousand years."

"That's my girl."

And with that, he kissed her. Not angrily, just a kiss that she didn't return. Then the unmistakable sound of click of the handcuff being locked around his wrist's to her's. He opened his eyes to make sure her's weren't, like it was some sort of bad dream. Like it couldn't be, here he was with his Beatrice, and Dante was about to be killed, thrown into a prison where he would never see the world like he had for those ten precious years he had escaped confinement. He broke the kiss and spoke.

"You know, that's really interesting and I'm really pressed for time. So where's the key? Oh, alright."

He roughly put her lovely land upon the cutting board and grasped the butcher knife in one hand and roughly her hand down in the other.

"Above or below the wrist, Clarice?"

Raising the knife he decided to speak, giving her one last chance to say yes, that she did want him to stop and to go away with him. That she hated the way the system was so corrupt, that she would go with him and live the luxurious lifestyle that she so deserved to with him forever. She only looked at him with her blue eyes, and shut them as he swung down. But then she pierced him with a scream of NO!

"No? No what Clarice?"

Tears streaming down her face.

"No, don't do it. I put the cuff on so that you would have to take me away, that you would have no choice but to. Take me away with you. I do love you, and I want you to stop, stop right now with me and we can go away together and start over."

Start over together, she did love him. His chest swelled with happiness for the first time since he had escaped, since he had treated himself to luxuries that he so deserved, but this made him the happiest. He quickly cut her hair and they fled together, hand in hand. Making their way to the van where he once was held captive, the drove away from their old lives, from the pain and sorrow that they once had. Only now having eachother, and their happiness that they so deserved.

The End

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