He breaks her limbs in half and tears her hair from her skull. The sound of plastic breaking, pops tastefully in his mind. She smiles, her lips a thin stroke of red.
He wipes her eyes, smudging her skin and features into a hopeless mess. He dunks her under water, rapidly peeling away every last bit of color she has.
He paints her skin anew, gently applying her features just how he likes them. He reconstructs her body delicately. He takes a needle to her skull. Her hair falls just right.
She’s beautiful.
He places her in the house. He made it just for her.
He tries to read her still body. Her smile feels more like a grin.
She’s toying with him. She’s playing him with the black keys of a piano. A loose grip, but a grip nonetheless.
Ugly, he tells himself.
He rips her from the open house, taking her apart piece by piece.