Story: Art.
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He used to be a beautiful young man. The first time my eyes landed on him, I was so captivated by his beauty that I could not help myself. I talked to him, but his personality proved to be the exact opposite of the beautiful surface; nevertheless, it could not hinder me from presenting him with my offer. To make a sculptor of him. It took me some time to convince him, but I was able to succeed eventually and scheduled a time to meet. I took a sick leave from my boring job and had everything ready for his visit.
My work was all done in the basement, for it was very quiet there and no nosy neighbours could hear anything. Or smell anything. It had been a while since I prepared for a sculptor work, so I was very excited. I had a table ready with the utensils needed to do the first part of the work.
Once the beautiful lad arrived, I offered my special juice and the fluffy cake I had made before his arrival. I tried to make a conversation with him, but he was too busy eating and when he was done, he so rudely ordered me to start working. That made me a tad bit angry, but it was no big deal because in a matter of seconds he was lying on the floor as the drug worked its magic.
I carried him to the basement then strapped him on the bed which had already been prepared. I started examining his face and nodded approvingly. It was as beautiful up close as it appeared from afar. Although his skin was not as smooth as I wished it to be, the softness of his hair was something to be noted for; I could slide my finger in it and they would not get tangled in a mess like the previous model.
I glanced at his body and felt disgusted. The head was something I liked in my models, but the body was not. I never liked it. But no matter how much I detested it, I had to wait for my model to wake up to tell him that I will have to get rid of his body in order to start working.
I checked my utensils once more just in case then went back up to prepare for dinner. It would take him some time to wake up, so I had a lot f time in my hands. One must make use of his free time.
While dinner was cooking, I went to prepare the clay and the supplies. First, I took some wax and put it in the basement. The young man was still deeply asleep, so I walked quietly back up to get the rest of the supplies. Later I went to have dinner, locking the door firmly behind me, for I would not want any surprises. People need to learn from their mistakes.
I ate my dinner and then went down to start my work. As usual, I started with the first sculpture which was of the man as he slept. I sketched him, then took pictures of him from different angles. I did have the real deal, but it was faster to just hold the picture and check if everything was good.
I got so into it that I did not notice the time as it was already morning. Strange how the man still did not wake up. I went upstairs to have a good two hours sleep, and as usual, I locked the door on my way. After waking up, I prepared some breakfast for me and the beautiful being in my basement. I was sure he had woken up and was starving.
When I went downstairs, I found a big mess. The beautiful sculpture that I spent the whole night making was on the floor stomped on, and many of my utensils were lying around in every which way.
I sighed when my little model tried to stab me in the back. How many times does he think it happened to me exactly? It was easy to expect such behaviour after all this time. I grabbed him so easily and pushed him to the ground, throwing his breakfast away.
"We could have done this the easy way beautiful model, why do you always choose the hard way?"
"Let go of me you beast," the man kept screaming and cursing as if that would help him run away.
"Nobody will hear you, dear, so you should save that beautiful voice of yours for later. I'll let you scream all you want."
As much I wanted to play with him, but it was time to break the news to him. It was a pity he ruined my first work, it got me angry a little bit, but I learned the hard way how to control my anger. One needs to keep his emotions controlled if he wants to make a well-made piece of art. There is nothing to be angry over, it was only a beta work, an experiment. It was full of mistakes that I planned to adjust today, but it was okay to leave it for another time. I can hardly wait for the fun to begin.
I cuffed him to the bed this time, making sure he was unable to free himself. I then went to the boiling pot and put the wax to boil. Meanwhile, my model was yelling and cursing. I never understood why models were in a hurry to scream. It seems to be something they enjoy doing, so I grant them that as they transfer from this mortal cruel world to a crueler but everlasting world, Hell.
I stood before him to explain what I would have to do to him: "Dear beautiful young man, I am going to explain to you what I will do to you. I hate bodies. All that interests me is the head, therefore I am beheading you."
"W- what?" I barely heard him because it came out a whisper. His eyes opened so wide, his pupils dilated, and his skin turned pale from the shock of what he heard.
"I know this scares you bu-" I was cut off by his screaming and weeping to let him go.
I sighed inwardly. This was a very sad part, to hear my model weep and call me a monster so innocently. I pitied him for not knowing what would happen to him next. I was going to turn him into art; I worshipped aesthetic. But what was going to happen to the rest of him in the hands of my friend was far worse than he could ever imagine. It was a kind of aesthetic, what my friend did I guess, but I would not go that far. Not to mention, bodies. Yuck!
I giggled when he mentioned the police. Why do all my models think that the police would arrest me merely because I made sculptures and wax dolls? I am a very tidy person; no trace of blood or a dead body would be left in my house nor my friend's house once she is done with it. Speaking of my friend, there is another thing I had to explain to my models, but the look on their faces was so beautiful I could barely hide my contentment.
"After beheading you, I will take your head and turn it into a wax doll. And of course, I will make a sculpture or two of it as well if you show me good expressions. As for your body, it would be given to a friend of mine, in fact, she will be here just in time to watch the end of the show unless she is late. What she does with your body is that she plays around with it if you get what I mean, and then leaves no trace of it. To explain it further, it ends up in her stomach."
If I thought he was pale before, then now he literally was a white sheet of paper. The blood drained from his face and he seemed about to faint, but we can't have that, who knows when he will wake up again. I had to start my work now.
"Beasts! Monsters! You should be in jail." if he meant for that to come out a threat, then the trembling of his voice did just the opposite.
"I have to start working now. Time is art." I declared as I went to the table looking for my knife. It was on the floor so I picked it up and stood next to him.
I breathed in and out, readying myself, focusing on the spot in his neck, and thinking of a way to make it more torturous so he could scream to his heart's content. If it was up to me, I would have done it quickly and with the least amount of pain. I did want a face blooming with beautiful expressions, but the horror my explanation implemented on them could suffice. The least I could do though is to make their last wish come true. Let them scream.
I spent half an hour torturing him, and he seemed to enjoy it much. He fainted a few times, so I had to let him rest for a few seconds while I checked on the wax that seemed to take its time. After that, I woke him up again and resumed my work. I finally ended it and there I had a beautiful head in my hands. the expression so fascinating I almost cried
I put the beautiful head next to the body while I gathered my utensils and arranged them on the table then checked if the wax was hot enough. It was ready.
I brought the head to the table and put it on the head holder. I took pictures from all angles so I could make the sculpture later since the doll had to be adjusted in order not to come off as suspicious, then I put those pictures in a folder with the number 67 on it and hid it in a secret drawer in the little room under the stair where I kept all my collection.
I waxed the head making sure his eyes were protected. and then let him dry, as I started to make the first sculpture again. The one of him sleeping.
After some time I heard knocking on the door of my basement before it opened. The only person with the key to my house was that dear friend I was talking about earlier. A little bit of boring unnecessary detail about us is that once upon a time we were lovers and we were the perfect couple back in the days, but then we decided that it was better not to live together so it wouldn't be suspicious. Not long after that, we decided to call the matter off altogether as the spark of love began to fade. We stayed best friends, however, and it did not bother either of us. If I am honest, being friends is way better than being lovers as bodies would not be involved. Well, not in a way I hate.
"It seems that I missed the show."
"I would have videotaped it for you, but you we must never let our guard down. What took you so long?"
"Just had some things to do. It is my husband's birthday, as you already know, and I wanted to surprise him with this, so I had to prepare my house for the party." She greeted me with a kiss on the lips. They were as sweet as ever.
My friend here was married. I have no clue how she stumbled on this man, but she did and I threw a special party just for that occasion. He shared all of her interests that concern eating bodies, and I supplied them with delicious ones whenever I got my hands on any. They have been married for two years and a half if I have it correct, and I have never seen her happier. They had a baby once, and I was honoured to turn it into a beautiful sculpture. I gifted them the waxed doll of his head. She was currently pregnant with another, but this time they wanted to raise it.
"he's beautiful." She complimented the head which was cooling off. "And I believe that's my body."
"Oh yeah! It's all yours. I hope you enjoy it. Tell me what your husband thinks of him." I continued my work letting her inspect the body.
After some silence, she said: "You know you're always welcome to try."
"Don't disgust me, baby. You know how I feel towards bodies."
She hummed absentmindedly.
I stopped working and looked at her. She never brought up this issue seriously; it was always a joke her and her husband would tell me.
"What's wrong with you?"
She looked at me and then looked away, then looked back and said: "He said that he wanted me to, you know... him"
I blinked as the message registered. "He wanted you to... Oh, love!" I rushed to hug her: "I'm so happy for you."
"Yeah, so am I."
"What's wrong. You don't seem all that excited."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy. I have never been happier, but I love him so much I thought maybe we could continue this for longer. I mean it was a dream I never thought could ever come true, but we were only married for a short while, I thought maybe we could raise our child and grow old together. But I want to do it. I love him so much. I'm so confused." I hugged her as she cried, her tears staining my T-shirt.
When she calmed down, I said: "Lovely, you could always tell him to wait. I am sure he will wait for you. I am sure he wants to stay by your side till both of your heads turn white or bald, and then when the time comes he will die at the hands of his loved one."
She smiled at me and nodded brushing her tears away. "I have to think about it. Say if I do it now, would you sculpture him for me? No wax doll though; I will have all of his body."
"Of course I will, dummy. Do not worry about your husband, no matter how highly you think of him, he is not a piece I'd wax. Offense intended!"
She hit my shoulder as she laughed.
"Let's prepare the body," I announced. "and at night we'll take it to your house. The usual."
We prepared the body and cleaned the basement from top to bottom. I made sure that my doll was nicely made and then put it with the rest of the collection.
After that, we headed to her house to prepare it for the birthday party. I baked a cake and put it in the fridge then we prepared the table and went to my house again.
It was already dark, so we took the body to my car which was in the garage, and we drove once again to her house. Her husband had called earlier to inform us that he was coming back a bit late. That was fine with us because we needed extra time to prepare. by the time he made it home, everything had been well prepared.
We partied with a bunch of other guests and then when it was time to eat the body, I drove back to my house. It was a tiring day so I slept until late the next morning and then went down to finish my first sculpture. It took me a couple of days to make it perfect and then I let it dry.
A week later, I opened the door to the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was about two inches taller than me and fit his police clothes very nicely. He had a bush of dark messy hair under his hat and eyes so blue I felt like drowning just looking at them. His lips were so thin I could barely see them, and I struggled to stop my hands from reaching out to touch them and inspect if they actually were there.
He showed me a picture of the beautiful lad I had made a sculptor of and started asking me certain questions like if I ever saw this man before, when and where, and so on and so forth.
There was no way I could lie to him, so I answered honestly leaving the part of beheading and body eating out, and editing the ending a tiny little bit. I even offered to show him the sculptor.
"I already had his sculptor ready a week ago. He was supposed to come to take it then, but he did not."
I would have liked to talk to him more, but he left along with his partner who was waiting in the car the entire time. How tempting it was to make a sculptor out of him, but playing with the police is too dangerous, so I would rather avoid it. But perhaps I would be seeing more of the hot policeman the next days. It could never harm me to make a sculptor of a living human being.
The end.
He used to be a beautiful young man. The first time my eyes landed on him, I was so captivated by his beauty that I could not help myself. I talked to him, but his personality proved to be the exact opposite of the beautiful surface; nevertheless, it could not hinder me from presenting him with my offer. To make a sculptor of him. It took me some time to convince him, but I was able to succeed eventually and scheduled a time to meet. I took a sick leave from my boring job and had everything ready for his visit.
My work was all done in the basement, for it was very quiet there and no nosy neighbours could hear anything. Or smell anything. It had been a while since I prepared for a sculptor work, so I was very excited. I had a table ready with the utensils needed to do the first part of the work.
Once the beautiful lad arrived, I offered my special juice and the fluffy cake I had made before his arrival. I tried to make a conversation with him, but he was too busy eating and when he was done, he so rudely ordered me to start working. That made me a tad bit angry, but it was no big deal because in a matter of seconds he was lying on the floor as the drug worked its magic.
I carried him to the basement then strapped him on the bed which had already been prepared. I started examining his face and nodded approvingly. It was as beautiful up close as it appeared from afar. Although his skin was not as smooth as I wished it to be, the softness of his hair was something to be noted for; I could slide my finger in it and they would not get tangled in a mess like the previous model.
I glanced at his body and felt disgusted. The head was something I liked in my models, but the body was not. I never liked it. But no matter how much I detested it, I had to wait for my model to wake up to tell him that I will have to get rid of his body in order to start working.
I checked my utensils once more just in case then went back up to prepare for dinner. It would take him some time to wake up, so I had a lot f time in my hands. One must make use of his free time.
While dinner was cooking, I went to prepare the clay and the supplies. First, I took some wax and put it in the basement. The young man was still deeply asleep, so I walked quietly back up to get the rest of the supplies. Later I went to have dinner, locking the door firmly behind me, for I would not want any surprises. People need to learn from their mistakes.
I ate my dinner and then went down to start my work. As usual, I started with the first sculpture which was of the man as he slept. I sketched him, then took pictures of him from different angles. I did have the real deal, but it was faster to just hold the picture and check if everything was good.
I got so into it that I did not notice the time as it was already morning. Strange how the man still did not wake up. I went upstairs to have a good two hours sleep, and as usual, I locked the door on my way. After waking up, I prepared some breakfast for me and the beautiful being in my basement. I was sure he had woken up and was starving.
When I went downstairs, I found a big mess. The beautiful sculpture that I spent the whole night making was on the floor stomped on, and many of my utensils were lying around in every which way.
I sighed when my little model tried to stab me in the back. How many times does he think it happened to me exactly? It was easy to expect such behaviour after all this time. I grabbed him so easily and pushed him to the ground, throwing his breakfast away.
"We could have done this the easy way beautiful model, why do you always choose the hard way?"
"Let go of me you beast," the man kept screaming and cursing as if that would help him run away.
"Nobody will hear you, dear, so you should save that beautiful voice of yours for later. I'll let you scream all you want."
As much I wanted to play with him, but it was time to break the news to him. It was a pity he ruined my first work, it got me angry a little bit, but I learned the hard way how to control my anger. One needs to keep his emotions controlled if he wants to make a well-made piece of art. There is nothing to be angry over, it was only a beta work, an experiment. It was full of mistakes that I planned to adjust today, but it was okay to leave it for another time. I can hardly wait for the fun to begin.
I cuffed him to the bed this time, making sure he was unable to free himself. I then went to the boiling pot and put the wax to boil. Meanwhile, my model was yelling and cursing. I never understood why models were in a hurry to scream. It seems to be something they enjoy doing, so I grant them that as they transfer from this mortal cruel world to a crueler but everlasting world, Hell.
I stood before him to explain what I would have to do to him: "Dear beautiful young man, I am going to explain to you what I will do to you. I hate bodies. All that interests me is the head, therefore I am beheading you."
"W- what?" I barely heard him because it came out a whisper. His eyes opened so wide, his pupils dilated, and his skin turned pale from the shock of what he heard.
"I know this scares you bu-" I was cut off by his screaming and weeping to let him go.
I sighed inwardly. This was a very sad part, to hear my model weep and call me a monster so innocently. I pitied him for not knowing what would happen to him next. I was going to turn him into art; I worshipped aesthetic. But what was going to happen to the rest of him in the hands of my friend was far worse than he could ever imagine. It was a kind of aesthetic, what my friend did I guess, but I would not go that far. Not to mention, bodies. Yuck!
I giggled when he mentioned the police. Why do all my models think that the police would arrest me merely because I made sculptures and wax dolls? I am a very tidy person; no trace of blood or a dead body would be left in my house nor my friend's house once she is done with it. Speaking of my friend, there is another thing I had to explain to my models, but the look on their faces was so beautiful I could barely hide my contentment.
"After beheading you, I will take your head and turn it into a wax doll. And of course, I will make a sculpture or two of it as well if you show me good expressions. As for your body, it would be given to a friend of mine, in fact, she will be here just in time to watch the end of the show unless she is late. What she does with your body is that she plays around with it if you get what I mean, and then leaves no trace of it. To explain it further, it ends up in her stomach."
If I thought he was pale before, then now he literally was a white sheet of paper. The blood drained from his face and he seemed about to faint, but we can't have that, who knows when he will wake up again. I had to start my work now.
"Beasts! Monsters! You should be in jail." if he meant for that to come out a threat, then the trembling of his voice did just the opposite.
"I have to start working now. Time is art." I declared as I went to the table looking for my knife. It was on the floor so I picked it up and stood next to him.
I breathed in and out, readying myself, focusing on the spot in his neck, and thinking of a way to make it more torturous so he could scream to his heart's content. If it was up to me, I would have done it quickly and with the least amount of pain. I did want a face blooming with beautiful expressions, but the horror my explanation implemented on them could suffice. The least I could do though is to make their last wish come true. Let them scream.
I spent half an hour torturing him, and he seemed to enjoy it much. He fainted a few times, so I had to let him rest for a few seconds while I checked on the wax that seemed to take its time. After that, I woke him up again and resumed my work. I finally ended it and there I had a beautiful head in my hands. the expression so fascinating I almost cried
I put the beautiful head next to the body while I gathered my utensils and arranged them on the table then checked if the wax was hot enough. It was ready.
I brought the head to the table and put it on the head holder. I took pictures from all angles so I could make the sculpture later since the doll had to be adjusted in order not to come off as suspicious, then I put those pictures in a folder with the number 67 on it and hid it in a secret drawer in the little room under the stair where I kept all my collection.
I waxed the head making sure his eyes were protected. and then let him dry, as I started to make the first sculpture again. The one of him sleeping.
After some time I heard knocking on the door of my basement before it opened. The only person with the key to my house was that dear friend I was talking about earlier. A little bit of boring unnecessary detail about us is that once upon a time we were lovers and we were the perfect couple back in the days, but then we decided that it was better not to live together so it wouldn't be suspicious. Not long after that, we decided to call the matter off altogether as the spark of love began to fade. We stayed best friends, however, and it did not bother either of us. If I am honest, being friends is way better than being lovers as bodies would not be involved. Well, not in a way I hate.
"It seems that I missed the show."
"I would have videotaped it for you, but you we must never let our guard down. What took you so long?"
"Just had some things to do. It is my husband's birthday, as you already know, and I wanted to surprise him with this, so I had to prepare my house for the party." She greeted me with a kiss on the lips. They were as sweet as ever.
My friend here was married. I have no clue how she stumbled on this man, but she did and I threw a special party just for that occasion. He shared all of her interests that concern eating bodies, and I supplied them with delicious ones whenever I got my hands on any. They have been married for two years and a half if I have it correct, and I have never seen her happier. They had a baby once, and I was honoured to turn it into a beautiful sculpture. I gifted them the waxed doll of his head. She was currently pregnant with another, but this time they wanted to raise it.
"he's beautiful." She complimented the head which was cooling off. "And I believe that's my body."
"Oh yeah! It's all yours. I hope you enjoy it. Tell me what your husband thinks of him." I continued my work letting her inspect the body.
After some silence, she said: "You know you're always welcome to try."
"Don't disgust me, baby. You know how I feel towards bodies."
She hummed absentmindedly.
I stopped working and looked at her. She never brought up this issue seriously; it was always a joke her and her husband would tell me.
"What's wrong with you?"
She looked at me and then looked away, then looked back and said: "He said that he wanted me to, you know... him"
I blinked as the message registered. "He wanted you to... Oh, love!" I rushed to hug her: "I'm so happy for you."
"Yeah, so am I."
"What's wrong. You don't seem all that excited."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy. I have never been happier, but I love him so much I thought maybe we could continue this for longer. I mean it was a dream I never thought could ever come true, but we were only married for a short while, I thought maybe we could raise our child and grow old together. But I want to do it. I love him so much. I'm so confused." I hugged her as she cried, her tears staining my T-shirt.
When she calmed down, I said: "Lovely, you could always tell him to wait. I am sure he will wait for you. I am sure he wants to stay by your side till both of your heads turn white or bald, and then when the time comes he will die at the hands of his loved one."
She smiled at me and nodded brushing her tears away. "I have to think about it. Say if I do it now, would you sculpture him for me? No wax doll though; I will have all of his body."
"Of course I will, dummy. Do not worry about your husband, no matter how highly you think of him, he is not a piece I'd wax. Offense intended!"
She hit my shoulder as she laughed.
"Let's prepare the body," I announced. "and at night we'll take it to your house. The usual."
We prepared the body and cleaned the basement from top to bottom. I made sure that my doll was nicely made and then put it with the rest of the collection.
After that, we headed to her house to prepare it for the birthday party. I baked a cake and put it in the fridge then we prepared the table and went to my house again.
It was already dark, so we took the body to my car which was in the garage, and we drove once again to her house. Her husband had called earlier to inform us that he was coming back a bit late. That was fine with us because we needed extra time to prepare. by the time he made it home, everything had been well prepared.
We partied with a bunch of other guests and then when it was time to eat the body, I drove back to my house. It was a tiring day so I slept until late the next morning and then went down to finish my first sculpture. It took me a couple of days to make it perfect and then I let it dry.
A week later, I opened the door to the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was about two inches taller than me and fit his police clothes very nicely. He had a bush of dark messy hair under his hat and eyes so blue I felt like drowning just looking at them. His lips were so thin I could barely see them, and I struggled to stop my hands from reaching out to touch them and inspect if they actually were there.
He showed me a picture of the beautiful lad I had made a sculptor of and started asking me certain questions like if I ever saw this man before, when and where, and so on and so forth.
There was no way I could lie to him, so I answered honestly leaving the part of beheading and body eating out, and editing the ending a tiny little bit. I even offered to show him the sculptor.
"I already had his sculptor ready a week ago. He was supposed to come to take it then, but he did not."
I would have liked to talk to him more, but he left along with his partner who was waiting in the car the entire time. How tempting it was to make a sculptor out of him, but playing with the police is too dangerous, so I would rather avoid it. But perhaps I would be seeing more of the hot policeman the next days. It could never harm me to make a sculptor of a living human being.
The end.
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