woman with the thick dark hair and light brown skin lay in the same position as Rose.
‘Hello Zara.’ He walked over to her and sat down. She turned away. ‘I won’t hurt you.’
She turned to look at him with bloodshot eyes. ‘You’re hurting me,’ she said.
‘All I’m doing is giving you eternal youth. Don’t you want that?’
‘Listen to yourself. Do you really believe in what you’re saying?’
‘Of course I do. You are exquisite, and I want to keep it that way.’
‘By doing what?’
‘You’ve seen what I’ve done so far. You’ve seen the beautiful picture of yourself. Don’t you understand the beauty of art? It gives life.’ He sounded happy as he said that.
Zara cried.
‘Oh don’t cry beautiful one. The picture will be complete soon.’
‘And then what? What happens to us? You let us go?’
He laughed. ‘Now why would I do that?’
She burst into tears. She would die, she was certain of it.
‘Oh don’t cry you’ll spoil your face.’ He pulled some tissue from the box beside the bed and dabbed her eyes.
The tears didn’t stop, how could they? The man was out of his mind! He stood up, took one more glance at her beautiful face and body, and then left her. He stood outside the door for a while, the smile wide on his face. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. He knew it would be hard to get Harmony back to his place, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. If that didn’t work, he’d have to charm her on another day. If it didn’t happen on the second date, he’d up his game and he was certain the third date would be a charm.
He remembered how he’d met Rose. How they’d exchanged the most delicious emails on the dating site. How she’d laughed at his jokes at dinner and enjoyed his generosity of a shopping spree on their second date. She’d fallen for his charm, good looks and deep pockets. The third date had been a breeze, he’d picked her up from her apartment and had driven them to a fancy restaurant. They’d dined on fine food and wine and Rose had let her guard down. With too much wine in her system, he’d convinced her to spend the night with him.
She’d trusted him. He’d been a gentleman. And the moment she’d stepped into the house he’d taken her to the room where he now kept her and undressed her, laid her onto the bed and chained her hands to the bed post. She’d giggled. Rose was drunk, she didn’t realise that the charming man was a monster. She fell asleep and while she slept he pulled up his canvas and begun his creation. He’d worked all night, inspiration had gripped him, but soon, in the early hours of the morning he realised that he needed another two women to complete the picture.
Rose had woken up to find herself a prisoner. She’d screamed so loud that he rushed back into the room to see what the matter was.
‘What have you done!?’ She’d pulled against the restrains.
‘Calm down, you’ll damage your wrists,’ he said as he sat by her side.
‘What is this, why are you doing this?’ She cried.
‘This is me giving you the gift of eternal beauty. I’ve captured it.’ He stood up and pulled on his work. ‘See.’ He showed her. ‘You will never grow old, your beauty is here to stay, and that’s all because of me.’
‘You’re crazy! Let me go!’
He tilted and looked at the picture with admiration. His mind blocked out the cries as he was drawn into the depth of the picture.
‘Just beautiful,’ he’d whispered.
Rose stopped. There was no point crying. He turned to her with the same smile on his face.
‘Are you hungry?’
‘Let me go!’
‘That’s not going to happen. What would you like to eat?’
She was silent.
‘I’ll bring you something.’ He turned. ‘You like scrambled eggs, don’t you.’ He didn’t expect a reply. He left her.
This had been so unexpected. Rose had thought she’d found love. She’d put herself on the line to find love, but had found crazy! She’d been lucky that he
‘Hello Zara.’ He walked over to her and sat down. She turned away. ‘I won’t hurt you.’
She turned to look at him with bloodshot eyes. ‘You’re hurting me,’ she said.
‘All I’m doing is giving you eternal youth. Don’t you want that?’
‘Listen to yourself. Do you really believe in what you’re saying?’
‘Of course I do. You are exquisite, and I want to keep it that way.’
‘By doing what?’
‘You’ve seen what I’ve done so far. You’ve seen the beautiful picture of yourself. Don’t you understand the beauty of art? It gives life.’ He sounded happy as he said that.
Zara cried.
‘Oh don’t cry beautiful one. The picture will be complete soon.’
‘And then what? What happens to us? You let us go?’
He laughed. ‘Now why would I do that?’
She burst into tears. She would die, she was certain of it.
‘Oh don’t cry you’ll spoil your face.’ He pulled some tissue from the box beside the bed and dabbed her eyes.
The tears didn’t stop, how could they? The man was out of his mind! He stood up, took one more glance at her beautiful face and body, and then left her. He stood outside the door for a while, the smile wide on his face. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. He knew it would be hard to get Harmony back to his place, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. If that didn’t work, he’d have to charm her on another day. If it didn’t happen on the second date, he’d up his game and he was certain the third date would be a charm.
He remembered how he’d met Rose. How they’d exchanged the most delicious emails on the dating site. How she’d laughed at his jokes at dinner and enjoyed his generosity of a shopping spree on their second date. She’d fallen for his charm, good looks and deep pockets. The third date had been a breeze, he’d picked her up from her apartment and had driven them to a fancy restaurant. They’d dined on fine food and wine and Rose had let her guard down. With too much wine in her system, he’d convinced her to spend the night with him.
She’d trusted him. He’d been a gentleman. And the moment she’d stepped into the house he’d taken her to the room where he now kept her and undressed her, laid her onto the bed and chained her hands to the bed post. She’d giggled. Rose was drunk, she didn’t realise that the charming man was a monster. She fell asleep and while she slept he pulled up his canvas and begun his creation. He’d worked all night, inspiration had gripped him, but soon, in the early hours of the morning he realised that he needed another two women to complete the picture.
Rose had woken up to find herself a prisoner. She’d screamed so loud that he rushed back into the room to see what the matter was.
‘What have you done!?’ She’d pulled against the restrains.
‘Calm down, you’ll damage your wrists,’ he said as he sat by her side.
‘What is this, why are you doing this?’ She cried.
‘This is me giving you the gift of eternal beauty. I’ve captured it.’ He stood up and pulled on his work. ‘See.’ He showed her. ‘You will never grow old, your beauty is here to stay, and that’s all because of me.’
‘You’re crazy! Let me go!’
He tilted and looked at the picture with admiration. His mind blocked out the cries as he was drawn into the depth of the picture.
‘Just beautiful,’ he’d whispered.
Rose stopped. There was no point crying. He turned to her with the same smile on his face.
‘Are you hungry?’
‘Let me go!’
‘That’s not going to happen. What would you like to eat?’
She was silent.
‘I’ll bring you something.’ He turned. ‘You like scrambled eggs, don’t you.’ He didn’t expect a reply. He left her.
This had been so unexpected. Rose had thought she’d found love. She’d put herself on the line to find love, but had found crazy! She’d been lucky that he
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