Feeling thumbs brush of the tears that fell down your cheeks, but those same hands stained you with the something else.

Blood.

The bodies of the people have you have warned of the man that followed you and kept you captive were dead. You had no one to turn but him again.

Your salesman shushed your cries as he pulled you towards his body and cradled you gently, giving your forehead a soft kiss.

To him? You do no wrong, it's the others that say such nonsense to make you leave him. He can't have that, not when you guys love each other so much. He has to get rid of the competition somehow.