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“Beautiful.” I mumble, caressing her flawless cold face, “I’ll make you even prettier, just give me a little bit of your time.”
Removing their clothes is always harder once they’re dead, but this one was feisty and I can’t have a single bruise on that perfect porcelain skin. No, no. That will not do. My reputation, my career, will not be marred by anyone ever again.
“They will see,” I grunt as I finally take off her boots. “They will all see the mistake they made when ignoring my talents.”
After her shoes are off, the rest glides a little easier. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her into the painting. After carefully placing her on the bed, I take a step back to appreciate my work of art. Well, almost. I still have to paint her.
“You see, my love, Károle got it wrong. He portrayed you with blond hair,” I chuckle, running my hand through her perfect brown curls “but we’re going to make it right. I’ll show them how beautiful you truly are, my sweet Psyche.”
I walk to my vinyl player and carefully touch the needle to the disk. Tchaikovsky fills the room and I sigh in appreciation.
Time to paint.
I give her cheeks the rouge death took from her and remove the bluish hue her lips had become. I accentuate her features to perfection, until she is as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on her, beautiful as the moment the life drained from her eyes. When I am done, I hang the ivory tulle on her thick thighs. Beautiful Psyche.
I hum along to the song and sign the bottom of the canvas. ‘Eros’ .
“I can’t have them knowing my true name yet, now can I?” I smile down at her, my Madonna “They can’t catch me… Not yet.”
I lean down and kiss her red lips one last time.
“And now” I say, gazing at my sweet Psyche “we let the world see your beauty.”