Wintersprings
Dance's Princess
Inner Sanctum Nobility
"So you wanna know how I did it? How I almost got away with killing her." Graham's laugh reverberated against the dull stone walls. "Oh come on, I know she's alive." He said monotone. The officer looked taken back, surprised by his statement. "Trust me, I wouldn't be here if she wasn't" The smirk on his face growing. "If she were dead, you wouldn't have found her, just like the others."
The officer's breath hitched, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. "The others?" He asked cautiously. "You'd be stupid to think she's the first. How else do you think I didn't get caught till now?"
He had a type, he knew he did. Tall, slim, brunette hair and ember eyes. This next kill needed to be different. If the police were smart enough to pay attention to missing persons posters, they'll notice the trend; build a profile. He needed something new, fresh. Grabbing his coat, he left the hideout and went to search for his next victim. After a few hours, Graham was about to give up, no one that he saw matched his vision. That was until he saw her; Natalie. Her hair was blonde and long, eyes greener than the trees, she was shorter and had a curvier body. The complete opposite of what he normally went for. She was walking alone, which was good for him, and with the sky quickly getting darker, he had his opportunity right in front of him.
He followed her, his steps slow but fast enough to keep up with her. A patch of leaves crunched under his footsteps and he noticed her steps quickened, he needed to take his chance now. Picking up his pace, he caught up quickly and wrapped his cloth covered hand around her breathing points. She struggled against him for a few moments before her body laxed in his arms. He was able to carry her back to the car and take her to the hideout.
As he waited for her to wake, he sketched ideas for how he wanted her to look. It took a few hours, but he first noticed she was awake when there was a soft thud heard from the corner of the room. He looked behind him, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Oh good, you're finally awake." Graham said cheerfully, excited that the next steps could start to move forward. "Who are you?" Natalie asked, her voice shaking. "You don't need to worry about that right now." He dismissed her question as he picked her up from the yellowed mattress. He carried her to the salon chair he had set up across the room, all of the makeup and hair products he needed ready to be used. Graham looped the leather restrains around her ankles and wrists, tightening them so she could break free. He turned away for a moment, pressing the play button on a voice recorder "Today, I am working on Claire, Alex's love interest for scene 3. Preparation includes hair, makeup and clothes." He explained, documenting his ideas. "I think you'd look beautiful with blue hair…" He trailed off, his hands running through her hair.
After an hour and a half, her blonde hair was now a dark turquoise and wrapped into loose curls. Her makeup was done, and Graham was satisfied with his work. Next, he pulled out a short red dress. The bottom flared out while the top remained semi tight fitting and the sleeves hung off the shoulders. "I just finished hair and makeup. Next will be the Luxation, I made sure to dress her first, avoiding having to put the dress on after areas have swollen." He clicked the recorder off again, setting it down and cleaning up. "Swollen?" Natalie asked, a new wave of panic settling into her bones. After he cleared away the hair products and makeup, he picked her up and brought her over to the homemade stretcher and set her down. Restraining her hands and feet to each corner, he went to the right of the device. His hands gasped one of the nobs of the gears, getting ready to begin. "I'm sorry doll, but this is going to hurt you more than it'll hurt me."
The officer's breath hitched, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. "The others?" He asked cautiously. "You'd be stupid to think she's the first. How else do you think I didn't get caught till now?"
He had a type, he knew he did. Tall, slim, brunette hair and ember eyes. This next kill needed to be different. If the police were smart enough to pay attention to missing persons posters, they'll notice the trend; build a profile. He needed something new, fresh. Grabbing his coat, he left the hideout and went to search for his next victim. After a few hours, Graham was about to give up, no one that he saw matched his vision. That was until he saw her; Natalie. Her hair was blonde and long, eyes greener than the trees, she was shorter and had a curvier body. The complete opposite of what he normally went for. She was walking alone, which was good for him, and with the sky quickly getting darker, he had his opportunity right in front of him.
He followed her, his steps slow but fast enough to keep up with her. A patch of leaves crunched under his footsteps and he noticed her steps quickened, he needed to take his chance now. Picking up his pace, he caught up quickly and wrapped his cloth covered hand around her breathing points. She struggled against him for a few moments before her body laxed in his arms. He was able to carry her back to the car and take her to the hideout.
As he waited for her to wake, he sketched ideas for how he wanted her to look. It took a few hours, but he first noticed she was awake when there was a soft thud heard from the corner of the room. He looked behind him, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Oh good, you're finally awake." Graham said cheerfully, excited that the next steps could start to move forward. "Who are you?" Natalie asked, her voice shaking. "You don't need to worry about that right now." He dismissed her question as he picked her up from the yellowed mattress. He carried her to the salon chair he had set up across the room, all of the makeup and hair products he needed ready to be used. Graham looped the leather restrains around her ankles and wrists, tightening them so she could break free. He turned away for a moment, pressing the play button on a voice recorder "Today, I am working on Claire, Alex's love interest for scene 3. Preparation includes hair, makeup and clothes." He explained, documenting his ideas. "I think you'd look beautiful with blue hair…" He trailed off, his hands running through her hair.
After an hour and a half, her blonde hair was now a dark turquoise and wrapped into loose curls. Her makeup was done, and Graham was satisfied with his work. Next, he pulled out a short red dress. The bottom flared out while the top remained semi tight fitting and the sleeves hung off the shoulders. "I just finished hair and makeup. Next will be the Luxation, I made sure to dress her first, avoiding having to put the dress on after areas have swollen." He clicked the recorder off again, setting it down and cleaning up. "Swollen?" Natalie asked, a new wave of panic settling into her bones. After he cleared away the hair products and makeup, he picked her up and brought her over to the homemade stretcher and set her down. Restraining her hands and feet to each corner, he went to the right of the device. His hands gasped one of the nobs of the gears, getting ready to begin. "I'm sorry doll, but this is going to hurt you more than it'll hurt me."