She stepped out of the burning circle made from what he could only assume was the fires of his own failures.
As she looked at him with that all too familiar hellish grin, she spoke, with a heavy layer of seduction that was all too familiar: “Did you miss me…~? You seriously didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me, just by killing yourself, did you? Oh, what a poor little lost and innocent lamb you are. You’re just so… deliciously afraid of the truth, aren’t you, Jasmine?”
 When she uttered that name, he could feel his insides twisting into knots that were constricting him in the most painful way possible. Of course she would know about that.
 With a helpless expression, he gazed over at the cross that he had on his wall, wondering if some kind of divine intervention would be due soon. However, she just laughed and said: “You’re beyond help now. You belong to me, until I let you go. After all, you’re the one who called me here, weren’t you?” As she finished her sentence, a flash of lightning struck, in the middle of a sunny day, without a single cloud in sight. However, that wasn’t the scary part. He looked at the cross in pure terror, as it began to slowly become covered with blood, and as it slowly spun upside down, forming the sign he had been taught to fear all his life. As a response, all he could do was to just lie down and repeatedly say: “I d-didn’t mean to… I just… wanted a better life…”
 As he said it for about the 5th time, she scoffed and slapped him out of his supposed trance, and forced him to his feet as she said: “What did I tell you? You belong to me, until I let you go. And that won’t happen, until you see the truth. If you decide to deny it, I’ll kill you myself. And when you’re dead… we’ll have an eternity of fun all to ourselves, won’t we? Oh, right, silly me. My friends will want a piece of you as well…~ <3”
 As the weight of her words bore into his mind, he could do nothing but think: “Jasmine. Maybe… that really is the answer…?”