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Ashley's POV Yes, I'm back bitches. Trust me, this finds me totally unawares too. I mean, I thought I was f*****g dead, and then I just revive back to life, and I find myself sitting on the same leather couch that I had been seated on when he snapped my neck. He. Just thinking of him makes me open my eyes quickly, and I find him right in front of me. He's seated on a small stool and staring right at me, as I sit up on the leather couch. "Welcome back," he growls, grinning slightly. "What's happening? I thought I was dead..." I voice my thoughts. "You were...," he says. "What? What the hell did you do to me?" the anger starts burning up inside me and I stand up in a fit of rage. He however places his huge strong arm onto the front of my face, and pushes me back down, slamming me back