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To feel again. It was a wondrous thing, even if his first sensation of freedom was choking the life out of the poor female beneath him. Through the growing pressure he applied, the sandman could clearly feel her pulse beneath his fingertips, straining against the constriction of his cruel digits. The pressure remained even until her eyes shot open and he caught a glimpse of the fear reflected in them. She wrapped her tiny hands around his wrists as if the action would help her, but failed to accomplish anything except maybe garner his attention. It was a truly pitiful sight. While she did her best to struggle beneath his rip, unfortunately for her, he still had the upper hand as he tauntingly leaned over her while he continued to press down. It was in that moment of struggle his mouth twisted into a dark smile. "That's it. . .keep fighting, show me more of your despair. . ." He husked. "Your fear is absolutely delicious." He sneered now while his fingers squeezed even harder then before. He watched her mouth open and close while her hands gripped at his shoulders, being in the box had dulled his bodies sense of feeling. While nails clawed at his flesh, it felt like no more then a tickle to him. <br/>
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He watched her open and close her mouth, attempting to speak, for moment he allowed mercy as he loosened his grip to hear her final words, but that was his mistake. What came next, he wouldn't have imagined in a thousand years. <br/>
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<i>E—Emil…</i><br/>
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That name. He immediately stiffened at the utterance while the second voice in his head attempted to reign in control. Lilith's voice was distant while images of the dreamers dream flickered across the window of his mind.  It made him shake his head while he continued with the pressure. "Shut. . ." He muttered a word underneath his breath. "Shut. . .up, shut up. . ." He started to hiss under his breath. As he leaned closer with narrowed eyes. The second she spoke that name again, searing pain spread throughout his head as he suddenly released her and jumped back like he'd been burned. "Ugh. . .ah!" He gripped his head with his hands like it was threatening split open. Images flooded his mind, some he'd recognized from her dream, but others he didn't recall ever seeing them before. <br/>
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Images of her. Images of. . .<br/>
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He shook his head before his mind could wander further. His breathing had become ragged from the ordeal while his eyes narrowed on her. "You, what did you do? What the hell did you do!" He roared as he began to lunge for her again. Like a beast baring its fangs. The Sandman refused to go down without a fight. "I'm never going back in that box again!" He snarled when all of a sudden, light. He didn't know exactly what had happened, but whatever it was, it looks like he'd returned to his dark prison once more. <br/>
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