"Please don't cry. You're making me cry," my eyes almost watered but I was determined not to let the tears escape.
I had swivelled her around in her seat, letting her face the full length mirror in the room.
"Don't you like it?" I hugged her from behind and her cries intensified.
I knew what would cheer her up.
Uncontrollable sobs left her body as I wore for her the favourite lipgloss that she adore.
She is happy. I know it. Those are tears of joy.
"Smile for me, Clementine," I coaxed for the last time.
I was determined to finish my masterpiece. I swivelled the chair towards me.
Gag still in her mouth, she helplessly screamed as she twitched her bloodied body around trying to break free from the rope.
The fear in her eyes widened as I aimed my bloody butcher's cleaver just above her freshly severed legs.
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HorrorDifferent and unsettling short horror stories at each chapter. ALL of the stories in here are 100% penned by me. Please respect this. Do not steal and use it as your own or repost this somewhere else. Regardless of credit given, it still infringes c...
