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"This piece of s**t needs editing. heavily."
Chad giggled quietly to himself as he smeared the fresh blood from his hands to the walls behind him.
"Beautiful isn't she..." He gingerly said to himself as he stared at his his work. His latest work of art, in which he ironically called 'Sharon', was a young woman no older than 22 years old. Sharon, a brunette working her way through college, getting by on the bare minimum and taking all the odd jobs she could get. She was on her way to become a doctor, more specifically; a surgeon. Chad, also an aspiring surgeon and artist, was one of Sharon's classmates. He had always watched her from afar and had drawn her quite a few times in his sketchbook, it was obvious he was obsessed with her. Sharon wasn't as into him like he was her, in fact, she didn't like him at all. She disliked him for many a reason, one of the biggest being; he was unattractive. Chad had tried many times to talk to her, and get as close as he could, but no girl of Sharon's stature and social status would talk to a skinny white kid like Chad.

He was quiet and a loner, unlike Sharon, whom was always with friends or her clique. Chad had no friends, or family and often spent time talking to his drawings. He wore mostly black, and had deep purple bags under his eyes from not sleeping. Chad also liked to bite his nails, a horrible habit he had done since kindergarten. His hair was shoulder length, and blond. He had fashioned his hair to a part in the middle, always moving it to the sides of his face when it got in his face. He wore combat boots, and was some form of masochist, for he liked to p***k his midsection with needles, similar to albert fische


Chad stared nervously at Sharon for the last two months of the college art course. He was attempting to devise a plan to make her his own forever. He watched her every move, her every step, her every breath, he studied everything she did, and even the people she talked to. He got his lucky break when the art teacher instructed the class of their last project of the year; a sculpture of anything you desired. Now, the art teacher did not mean his words in the literal sense in which Chad had taken them. Chad smiled grimly to himself as he stared down at his matte finish desk, in which many names and initials had been carved in over the years.
"Anything I desire..." He whispered to himself as his same grim smile and beady eyes creaked towards the direction in which Sharon was sitting, talking to her friends about who knows what. "She is what I desire..." He said voice quite, and cold. The thought echoing through his mind like a bullet fired from a handgun at close range into his head. Sharon felt his cold gaze on her pale white skin and turned a quick gaze in his direction, only to find nothing, he was staring at his desk. She let go of the breath she was unknowingly holding and irked her thoughts back into her conversation.

Class had just ended, and Chad had mapped out his plan. He knew she needed money and he had it, he would ask her to pose for his sculpture in return, pay her 200 dollars. This was just stage one. Sharon was the last one out, or so she thought. Chad had been waiting for her to go out last so he could follow behind. He grabbed his sketchbook and quickly crept up behind her
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"H-Hey, S-Sharon..." He studdered softly.

Sharon stopped and turned around and looked at Chad in disgust and in a tone so cold and rude "What do you want," She paused "Chad..." Making more of a statement than a question.

He hesitated for a moment, but worked up too much courage to let this plan fail, he wanted it so badly... "I-I just wanted to s-see if you would pose as my m-model for my s-s-sculpture" He said as he combed his hair from the front of his face to the side. "I-I'm willing to p-pay you for it, how d-does two-hundred d-dollars sound?" He studdered and mumbled the whole time.
"Listen freak" She said in yet another cold and destructive tone "You couldn't pay me enough to sit next to you, why would I pose for your sculpture?" She looked at him in even more disgust than before. Her cold eyes beaming into his soul, berating him and infuriating him at the same time. Chad hadn't planned this much, so he fell back on a plan he hated to come up with on such short time. He Clutched his sketchbook in both hands, veins popping from his tiny hand as he raised it and hit her on top of the head. Sharon's eyes bulged and her face went paler, eyes dilated and fell on her knees, to flat on her face. Chad freaked out and quickly flipped her over and was about to run for help when he decided - "Anything I desired..." - and quickly drug her body behind a bush as to hide her and protect himself from getting caught. He left her there for five minutes before returning in his beaten down truck and wrapping her in a black blanket and put her in the bed of the truck. He nervously drove home, as every car coming up in the rear view mirror was a police officer coming to take his Sharon away. After driving what felt like hours, he had arrived at an abandoned hospital. He then proceeded to get out and open the truck be to pull his new art project out, and take it up to the hospital. He feeble arms and tiny muscles had trouble holding her as he took the elevator to the second floor of this abandoned hospital. It was a filthy place. It reeked of death and decay as well as some other unknown smells that crept into your nostril as you stepped into the room. The second floor of this run down place was Chad's home away from home, his art studio, and soon to be butchery. Candles were lit for lighting, they shone dull on his artwork that surrounded the disgusting walls. He walked slowly, wobbly, and arduously to the stretcher at the end of the room. He laid her down gently onto the stretcher and uncovered the blanket from her unconscious body.
"Your home now..." He whispered as if she could hear his deathly voice. Chad stroked her long hair slowly, this was the first time he had ever gotten able to touch a girl before, it aroused him. He felt her skin; it was soft and smelled sweet like perfume. He couldn't stop examining her figure, he was mesmerized by her beauty and aroused by his senses of touch, smell and sight. "Anything I desire..." He repeated three of four times to himself, his smile macabre and moth salivating from this new found experience. His eyes moved up and down her body, quickly taking in every inch of her, and feeling her skin; warm and soft to the touch. Chad massaged himself through his pants as he watched her. He couldn't get enough, he became obsessive, and touched himself through his jeans for about 30 minutes before ejaculating. "Ohh... Sharon, I guess it's time we start the project don't you think?" He said to he as if she were going to awake from her unconscious state and answer. Chad moved in closer to her body, and mapped out how he would create his new sculpture from the materials left behind in the hospital. He worked for about 2 hours creating her face from the fiberglass casting materials. Chad was definitely not the best artist, but he tried and he liked it, and to him, that's all that mattered. He had just finished when she awoke dazed and wondering where she was. Her vision was blurry and the dark candle lit room only made things worse. She couldn't make out much, except she could tell a male was there, she instantly knew it was Chad.

"C-Chad...?!" She muttered as she propped herself up to get a better look at him.
"S-Sharon, g-go back to s-sleep, he sculpture of what I desire is not yet finished! P-Please!" He said frantically as he walked closer to her, looking demonic and nervous of what was to come.
"What the hell you freak!" She kicked him away "Where am I, what is this place, whats going on?" She frantically asked questions giving him not time to respond other than short grunts and noises. She backed away from him looking for an escape through all the darkness. Her back was to the filthy wall, it was cold on her fingertips, and covered in crude drawings of her as well as other devilish things.

"Sharon, c-calm down, I-I just wanted t-to immortalize you in m-my artwork!" He inched closer hands up as to reprimand her and hopefully tie her down. "P-Please, don't be s-scared, and whatever y-you do, don't screa-" before he could finish Sharon let out a banshee like screech that almost shattered his ears. In that second he flipped out and grabbed the closest thing next to him and threw it at her, unfortunately for her; it was a scalpel. It went straight into Sharon's arm. The stainless steel scalpel cut into the bone and muscle and as she moved the strain the muscles in her arm contracting and ripping from the razor shape blade cutting deeper. "What the hell!" She shreiked through her painful screams.
"Sh-Sharon, I am sorry, you were - I freaked ou-" Chad couldn't get a single word out without tripping over another. He watched her scream and the blood pour from her arm like a leaky faucet. His blood flowed faster as his heart rate increased, he smiled gingerly at her as he looked at his supplies table and grabbed another scalpel and slowly walked towards her, the devil in his eyes.

"Oh god... Help me.. Someone!" Sharon sobbed tears running down her face, blood covering her arm.

"Oh Sharon, why must you fight our love?" Chad miraculously articulated to her with the smile gingerly grim upon his face, mouth drooling at this point. "You seem to have a little cut on your arm..." He said as he let out a hardy evil laugh. "Oh, and you have a little knick on your beautiful little face, too." He said as he cut a streak down her soft cheek as she screamed and tried to push him away.

"******** you!" She shouted as she spit in his face.

"Ohh, see, you shouldn't have done that now..." He said as he wiped the spit off. "Because now, you have a cut on your sexy legs too..." He laughed maliciously as he jammed the scalpel into her leg and pulled it down to open a large gash into her leg in which more blood flowed from the wound, to the dirty floor below her.

"Why are you doing this!" She said as she sobbed even harder, chocking on her tears.
"Why? Why am I doing this?" He repeated in an angry tone "I am doing this because you reject my love, I am showing you..." He paused and looked coldly into her eyes "Showing you how much I love you outside... and inside." He said laughing hysterically.



"Anything you desire pt. II"
Chad was hysterical and going in and out of sanity. "Oh Poor, poor Sharon." He uttered sarcastically while her caressed her chin. "You can't understand the pain you've made me feel. The hurt you've cause deep down inside of me." He said gently as he roughly pushed her face aside. Sharon had lost so much blood at this point that she could no longer articulate sentences, or have enough energy to scream. She just sat there, conscious in mind but her body showed otherwise. Chad sat next to her, his hands, shirt, and black jeans, all covered in blood. He got real close to her and said "Your very quiet now. What happened to your fighting spirit? Your ruining the fun for me, you know that right?" He said as he looked into her dying eyes and laughed. Her eyes were losing their color, and her skin was turning pale, and in some parts, purple. It was obvious she was dying, and Chad preyed on this.

"You look a little." He paused as a crooked smile cracked his face and spoke "Dead!" As he chuckled loudly to himself. "Get it, dead? Because, you're dying, and you look like it. Nah you don't get it." He said disappointed that she didn't awake from this pale state of mind to laugh at his macabre joke. "Sharon, we're has your sense of humor gone?" He joked even more.
"I know what will fix it." He stood up and knelled in front of her as her body attempted to follow her brains natural fear to panic and move about. It was to no prevail that she just twitched oddly and grunted tiny grunts of pain as she only accomplished to fall face first into her own blood. Frantically she began to twitch and compulsively moving from a panic attack. Chad grinned wickedly and moved stood up from his position so he could look at her in this most vulnerable state. "Well..." He spoke in a whisper as he scowled at the helpless dog before him. "I want to show you how it feels to be ******** over till your dead..." He scowled as he knelt down and flipped her on her back, holding her down by the wrists. She was covered in her own blood. Her face was bruised where he had cut into her with his scalpel, and the blood on the ground was beginning to clot itself, as if it were trying to heal the cracks in the hospital floor. "We're gonna play a game" He said in a cold, dead tone. "I'll play god" He said as he bent in to kiss her morbid face "And you, play you..." He finished.

Chad began making out with Sharon against whatever will she had left in her. Sharon grunted and tried to struggle, but all she was doing was killing herself quicker and wasting precious breath. "Stop struggling my child, your god is here. Let me show you the error of your ways." He mockingly said in his best impression of a church preacher. His face began to smear with her hot blood as he kissed her more, trying to get himself aroused by the situation. Her constant struggling helped achieve this unknowingly to Sharon. Sharon began to cry tears that Chad began to lick up off of her face laughing as he got a mouth full of make-up, blood, and tears. Sharon grunted with what breath she could muster as Chad sat on her stomach and began to quote the bible in a sadistic way. “Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none." He spoke as he looked dead into the colorless and glazing over eyes of Sharon. "They shall seek peace..." He paused to kiss her once more "And there shall be none!" He yelled into her face. "None!" He repeated loudly. He was finally aroused enough to enter Sharon and kill all the hope that was left. He tied her hands to the post of the hospital bed, and sat her up, so she could watch him defile her to his own free will.

The Candles had began to leave puddles of melted wax around them and the wick was burned black. The moon was bright in the sky, and shone brilliantly through the window of the hellish room. The moonlight shone on the clotted, and dried blood which was covering the floor. Chad thought the time was right, and he looked at Sharon, she was almost, if not already, dead. He attempted to communicate with her, for he had decided to make this date between them, end in the best way he can. He cut her wrists and let the blood flow before he took some, and drew a cross on the wall and wrote a verse: "For many are called, but few are chosen."

"You were chosen by your God, Sharon." He said as he moved in on her, feeling her body as he attempted to remove her clothing. "Let us remove these articles that hide the body's natural state." He said as he took the scalpel and cut the shirt off of her back and threw it onto the floor.. He then cut off her jeans and examined the flesh in which had begun to get cold, she had been bleeding for hours now, and yet, she was only physically dead. Unable to speak, or move, yet she could see through her eyes that were slightly coated in a death film. Sharon could see everything that was going on, but could only hear some of it. She looked dead, and knew she was going to die here, but she'd have to watch it first. Chad moved in, uncovered himself from his pants, and violated her bloodied body. Tears ran from her glazing over eyes, to her bloodied cheek, to the wound in her cheek, yet she felt no pain. Sharon was ready to die, and she let go of everything as she watched Chad move up and down her body and finally bled out of her wrist. Chad noticed her chest had stopped contracting, and her body began to go into rigor mortis as her dead eyes looked him in the face and he laughed as he finished in her body, no remorse was shown for the actions he had done, and re-quoted his earlier bible verse: “Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none."

Sharon's body lie before him, violated in every way Chad had dreamed about. He had succeeded in doing what he dreamed. Violating the girl of his dreams. Chad sat up, smiled, and stared at his work of art. He considered her rigored body a canvas for his art. He began carving in bible verses into her skin. And finally, on her chest, he took the scalpel and wrote "My desire" and stood back as her naked body stood tall upon the wall. He examined his work once more to make sure everyone could see the beauty.

"Beautiful isn't she..." He gingerly said to himself as he stared at his latest work of art. He took a few Polaroids so he could turn in his project. He took many Polaroids, all from different angles. He then walked slowly out of the room, leaving Sharon's corpse to rot inside the hospital. He walked out of the hospital, covered in the blood, and got into his car, just as the sun was creeping it's head over the horizon. It burned his as at first, for he had been used to the dim lighting and dark sky. He carried on despite his hurt eyes, and drove to the nearest lake, and dove in. He washed as much blood away as he could, and without even drying off, got back into his car, and drove home. He quickly walked upstairs to his apartment room, and sat on his bed, wet clothes dampening his sheets. He didn't care though. He took the moistened Polaroids from his pocket and started at them. He got up slowly, walked over to his copier, and made hundreds of them. He then walked out onto the balcony, and threw them into the wind, releasing them everywhere. Chad hung them in his room. and pulled out his shotgun from under his bed. "This is the end..." Chad had just come to the realization that he had nothing more to live for. So he put the barrel into his mouth, and put his sweaty finger on the trigger. Fear pulsated through his veins, and he closed his eyes tight, and pulled the trigger as a combination of blood, brains, and gun powder covered his now blood soaked bed, and walls.
The police showed up three days after discovering Sharon's body from the hospital, only to find Chad dead.

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