Tommy Clevitt was evolving; he smiled as his work was almost complete. He wondered what Saundra was doing now, sweet, sweet Saundra.

                “That pretty little bitch detective can’t save you now princess; oh don’t cry the salt tends to irritate my work makes the skin sore and puffy. You do want to be beautiful don’t you Sam?” Tommy asked in a menacing tone carefully adding a few finishing touches to Sam.

                “It will all be over soon Sam and then my dear Saundra will see, she’ll see she shouldn’t have forgotten about me. I’ve only just begun. You really shouldn’t move this is delicate work you know; we wouldn’t want to poke an eye out now would we. You know what they say it’s all fun and games until someone pokes an eye out. I would be very disappointed in you my dear if Saundra’s first present in six years wasn’t my best work.”

                Samantha watched in horror as Tommy cut away, she somehow could feel all the pain but could not move. It was as if she were trapped inside her own body. The worst thing being she was completely coherent; she did not know where she was, which seemed to be the least of her worries right about now. Inside she was screaming and pounding her fists at this man, no not man this was a monster. She could move her head just enough to see she was not tied down, nor did the man attempt to hold her; she was free yet could not escape. She was truly horrified for the first time in her life and then she was dead.

                Tommy stood back for a moment basking in his work, “there’s something missing my dear Sam; Oh I know” Tommy once again went to work removing her left eyelid and sewing the right shut. “There, there little princess, now Saundra will still see your fun side, oh I’m sure she’ll be flushed pink at the sight of you my dearest who wouldn’t; after all we do make quite fine art together, of course I’ll never have the pleasure again, but they’ll never forget, well live on forever your beauty and my masterpiece will haunt there nightmares forever.”