Prologue

Her skin. Such porcelain-like skin.

It is so flawless, so smooth, so tender to touch. It sends a chill up my spine each time I imagine my hands on her body, and many times it did – escalating my desire for this woman, increasing my yearning for her.

And now, I have finally realized my dream.

As my fingers run through her thick, long and raven black hair, I can feel the silkiness of each strand. The scent of fragrance that emits from her hair is aphrodisiac. Women who smell good never fail to arouse my attraction.

My eyes travel down her bare body, and I stop at the protruding hipbones. The corners of my lips curve into a smile as I admire the flaws of her body.

These flaws, they are made into perfection. Human beings are indeed created for the love of God.

And for God, I shall make a needy sacrificial.

Raising my scalpel, I cast a final glance at her face. How brilliant it is to be able to craft this lady into a masterpiece, with my very own hands.

Even without beginning on my first incision, I can already picture the final artwork. And I know it is beautiful.

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Author's Note:

As suggested by a reader, I shall clarify that this story will not be told in this particular tone, as used for the prologue. However, such a tone will be used often when needed, but only when it is in a first-person narrative. Do leave a review if you could, I would appreciate that a lot. Last but not least, I hope you liked the prologue.