*Author's note: I apologize for the screen cap, my internet went down before i was done writing, and i didn't go into source mode so this is what you get. It IS my pasta, so no worries.The paragraphs aren't indented because when I did it turned them into code format. Please contact me before edits. All characters in this story are completely fictional. Any similarity is purely a coincidence. ENJOY!
A few days after the lesson, I had my models. Now all I had to do was practice drawing them. This was... hard. Though it paid off in the end, i finally had a few private collectors take an interest. I had my first sale on a portrait of a laughing man that sold for two hundred and fifty dollars. the collector said that he loved the, *ahem*, macabe appearance it possessed. I was quite insulted, but I needed the money, so I sold it without complaint.
Things went well for a few months, and here I am, on a new project. The face, as I imagine it, is one of utmost pain. I mean the type of pain you feel after the death or injury of a friend or relative. I've done what I did last time, and it's not working. Showing videos of people being shot, or some sick sexual pleasure doesn't work as well as I thought it would. My friendsare reacting in the "Ooh that's got to hurt." kind of way... Then I had an idea. I needed the real expressions... I had an idea.
In a weeks time or so, I had set up for my plan. It required charm, and a built of luck. I set out bar hopping, most were a disappointment, but then I came across the perfect one. There was an attractive pair of twins, auburn hair, medium stauture, slender bodies, and the like. Being a gentleman, I Ordered them a few drinks, we talked and had a good time. By the time we had arrived at my apartment, we were all pretty drunk, but I still had my goal in mind. We got in bed, and right before anything happened, I said that I forgot something in the car and left for about five minutes. I went down to the kitchen and grabbed my bottle of chloroform and a cloth. when I went back upstairs, I found that I didn't even need it. the girls were already out. I continued with the plan.
I can only imagine the shock that they had. Camera rolling, they awoke bound up to chairs. One gagged, the other... not as lucky. As I needed her entire face exposed I couldn't gag her, but if I didn't, she'd wake up the whole complex, so i had to sever her vocal chords. God knows how I did it, but she awoke right along with her sister. Neck stitched horrifically, and dried blood caking her neck. I gave them a minute to come to and realize the situation. After all, I could get more shots this way in one swoop. After all, it's not like I was enjoying this, I was just a guy needing a model. After they sat for a while, I began. I grabbed my pistol, and started at the knees. The sight was nauseating, but the faces, absolutely gorgeous! I had about a thirty second down time between shots, and the girl was dead in seven minutes and twenty nine seconds, according to the camera. I smiled. surely that was enough. I apologized to the sobbing twin and raised my gun, and then I thought: "I could get so much out of this girl, why get rid of her now?". With that though, I cleaned up, and reviewed the tape. It was good... but A little variety in expression would've been nice. Then it hit me that I would need to do this at least two more times before I had a good palette of models. I sighed, and plugged in the camera to charge, and pointed it at the remaining twin. She had a long two weeks ahead of her.
I continued with this method for a week or so and decided that it was time to check on my mute friend. The theory was working perfectly. Starvation was a much prettier model than I thought. I left her there and locked the door. I was reviewing the footage from my latest kills, and thought they looked great! There was a reoccurring theme between them, other than the target emotion, they all looked a little groggy. I decided that I would get some more models, and let them wake up for about an hour before I shot one. Three days later, and I already had a good set of models. Though since I had changed my method, I'd need at least four more sets, This had become a little mundane for me though... maybe the kills are lacking creativity. I'd let loose a bit more on the next few. That would mean I had, once again, changed my method though. I supposed that I'd need another pair or so of models before I would be ready.I stopped using a gun after this idea. I started slowly slicing around the feet, cut some tendons, write words in their skin. Every once in a while I would lick some blood up. It tasted good would be a lie, it was retched! Although, I gave me more distressed and disturbed models to choose form, so I kept it up. A few more kills later, and it occurred to me that the police had finally noticed the pattern of set of two disappearing at a time, and they were usually twins... that wasn't good. I hadn't gotten enough models yet... I decided that I would think on It later.
I went to check on my guest. and was horrified to see that the chair was empty! The ropes weren't broken, and the chair was one piece, but no girl... "How strange.", I thought. as I stepped in. Almost immediately I realized what had happened. I saw the mangy skeleton of a woman curled up in a corner, twitching, and hacking. She had gotten thin enough to slip through the ropes, but was too weak to move very far. I then noticed that she had lots of areas where it looked like she had been picked on by vultures. She was bald now as well, her scalp was bloody... wait, she was eating herself?! She then stirred, and after a few seconds she stood and face me. How horrible! she had ripped her ear of one one side and had eaten her tongue as well! How she was alive, I don't know. I still don't as I'm in my armouir, typing this on my iPhone. she's in the room outside. looking for me. She walks jerkily, like a toy soldier, but with a broken leg. Her movements are quick, forced, crude. I feel that my death will be the same way. I am about to pay for my sins. My only regret is that I never finished my project. Reader, whoever you are, I will to you my work. My apartment is on 874 webihghcgjbkhghssfcfhjchv
My name is Lyn Daniels. I'm so hungry. What a feast I will have.