Greatest Masterpiece

I shook my head at the sight of the hardly touched plate.

"Naughty, naughty" I said, setting down a new plate and picking up the old. "You must eat Pretty," I only got a whimper in response.

It had been a week since I brought Pretty here, but still she didn't trust me. Pretty spent the days cowering in the corner of my basement, soiling herself. I doubt if she has even used the bed I had made up for her. I tried my best to make her happy, But Pretty just cried.

"Why don't you like me Pretty, I'm just trying to help you," Pretty only whimpered again. As I made to leave, I could hear Pretty start to cry.

"Don't cry, Pretty, I'll be back in a moment," Pretty only seemed to cry harder.

In my kitchen, I threw out the untouched food before grabbing my art tools. I wanted to wait until Pretty was feeling better before starting, but if Pretty didn't eat something soon then she would die.

I returned to the basement, Pretty had reduced her crying to a soft sob.

"Oh Pretty," I walked over to the table and set down my tools, "Why can't you see what I'm doing here is for the best Pretty," I pulled the chains from the ceiling. "You're so special Pretty, there was a reason I picked you," going over to Pretty, I picked her up off the floor. Though she tried to struggle, her lack of food and sleep made her weak, "I call you Pretty because that's what you are, but it's time I made you beautiful."

With a clank, I secured her into place. Not tight enough to cut off circulation, but enough to make her wrist gorgeous. Almost instantly, she began to scream. Luckily, I was prepared, I grabbed a cloth from my art supplies and tied it around Pretty's mouth.

"You need to be calm Pretty, I will take care of you Pretty."

Pretty's eyes were wide and her now muffled screams rang out, I shook my head in disappointment. I walked back over to my tools and picked up my scissors.

I started with her simple gray shirt, carefully removing it. Next, I moved my attention to her jeans, they were a lot harder, but eventually I got the restricting material off of her. Now that she was free, I could start.

I decided to start on a more personal level, I thought it would calm Pretty down. I traced a hand down her flawless pale back.

"So smooth Pretty."

Then I pressed my thumb into Pretty's back, harder, until I felt her muscles tense. Then walked around to face her, running my hands to Pretty's hips.

"Beautiful," I said again, squeezing tightly.

Finally, I moved my hands to Pretty's gorgeous throat. For a moment I let myself rub my thumb against it, enjoying the feel before I tightened my grip. My intentions were not to make her pass out, so I let go before I restricted Pretty's air too much.

Moving back over to the table, I looked over my tools. A small razor blade caught my attention, yes, this would be perfect. I would have more control over the small details.

This time I chose her legs, an area that I had previously been ignoring.

"Never forget what you are," I said before putting the blade to her right leg and signing her name into the skin.

The vibrant blood red started to pour out of the letters, cascading down her leg and pooling under her. It was magnificent. I couldn't control myself, I let a happy squeal escape my lips.

I didn't know where to focus next, so I let my excitement control me. I danced around Pretty, letting the artist in me mark Pretty where it thought best. Her back tuned into beautiful red pattern of stripes, her arms now held such beautiful designs. My free hand poked and squeezed freely, adding another layer to my work. As I moved, I let the sound of breaking skin fuel my rhythm.

"Pretty, Pretty, Pretty," I chanted, coming to a stop in front of her. Sinking to my knees I leaned in close to Pretty's perfect stomach, the last place not yet decorated. Finally I placed my lips against her skin, savouring the taste of perfection. Then slashed a line across her middle, finishing my artwork.

"Oh Pretty," I said, standing back up, unable to hide my astonishment for such a wonderful sight.

Gingerly, I removed the cloth before undoing the chains. To my surprise, Pretty fell forward, unable to hold herself up. Luckily I caught her before she hit the floor. She looked so peaceful in my arms, like a sleeping child.

I had planned to put Pretty back in the corner she had claimed, as that seemed to be where she was happiest, but I didn't have the heart to leave her in such an uncomfortable place, so instead I opted for the bed. Carefully, I laid Pretty down and covered her with a blanket to keep her warm.

I sat by her for a while, stroking her hair as she wept. Eventually I left, kissing her forehead before I moved away. Before I reached the stairs, a raspy voice spoke.

"Why?" Pretty asked, "Why did you do this to me?"

I turned around and looked at her in the eyes before I answered.

"Before your body was a blank canvas, now you are my greatest masterpiece."