Our "Twist" assignment.
He presses his lips against the base of her ear and slowly hums a love song, a melody so sweet and meticulous to the ear. Caressing her smooth ivory cheek with his hand, he slowly brushes his lips against her slightly parted red ones. "Oh Serena dear, I'm sorry I did this to you," he says. He gently tucks a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. James hums again as he adores every aspect of her. Her radiant golden brown hair that curls at end, her indefinable scent which is mesmerizing, the deep rose colour that adorned her cheeks when she laughed, her teal green eyes, and the velvety softness of her skin. She was perfect. He smiled at Serena. She was his masterpiece. Sudden images flashed through his head of memories between him and her. They walked together for hours on the beach at night talking, painted together, and just simply holding her hand, or inhaling her natural perfume. He stares deeply and lovingly into her eyes. "You are just so beautiful." More wistful gazes.
It had suddenly occurred to James that Serena would no longer be perfect once she aged. Her perfection would slip away from his grasp, as wrinkles would form, and old age would replace her radiant beauty. James wanted to keep her in this state forever.
As a fine artist of his age, James had always longed for Serena. "I want to keep you forever," he tells her.
Carefully, James slowly finishes wrapping the remainder of the warm wax unto her skin. It slowly dissolves unto her skin, not damaging it. He cleans up the remainder of the piece of her skin that her had used to grind up in powder of her scent into a jar. He had her scent as well.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He washed the bloody mess of his steel knife and the floor. It had taken him the course of three days to finish this. He could keep her youthful beauty and scent forever. She was immaculate. The perfect masterpiece of his collection. As an artist, his obsession to have her in his collection was finally complete.
