A lady with burnished silver hair, wearing a red wine coloured gown with transparent glittering diamonds gracing her body penetrates through my mundane mind.

I rush towards the easel, place the white canvas in it and settle down in my hassock.

Taking the colour pallette in one hand, I rub the paintbrush in it. I start caressing the brush on the canvas lovingly.

I start with easy strokes first. Then as time passes by, I start getting vigorous.

I push away the hassock and it falls to the ground with a loud thud. I throw away the colour pallette and it hits the wall with a clunk.

Taking the colour pots in my hand I splash it across the canvas. I fondle the thick colours running down the canvas and close my eyes. I caress them lovingly as a woman caresses her lover.

I lose myself in the colours. Spreading them on the whole white canvas, I move closer to the easel, inhaling the deep raw smell of fresh paints. Beautiful, I murmur to myself.

After what feels like an hour, I open my eyes and stare blankly at the masterpiece I've created. I can feel her staring straight at me with sinful sensuality. Those lustrous hair, those luscious lips, that lithe and supple body of hers allures me into a bewilderment . Majestic, I whisper softly to her. I wish I could look like her.

A sudden knock on the wooden door startles me and I turn around to address my visitor.

"Miss Belerose, there's a person downstairs who's been asking to meet you," Henry informs me politely.

"I don't take visitors, you know Henry," I reply.

"But the person is insisting to meet you. I told him that you don't like to meet new people but he didn't leave though. It's been one hour and he still hadn't left."

"Is it a man or a woman?"

"A man, miss."

At the mention of that, my lips curve upwards in a mischievous smile. Walking slowly towards the bed, I perch on it and cross my legs. Tucking my hand under my chin I question him, "What does he look like?"

"He is a handsome man, miss and he is very tall. He says that he has come from the La Vie en Rose Art Gallery," he says. I can hear the nervous undertone in his voice.

"Oh! So he is an art gallery owner, is he?"

"Yes, I believe."

"What did he say? Why does he wishes to see me?"

"He didn't give away too much of information and he certainly didn't reveal that information."

"I see."

"So, should I send him up?"

I contemplate over the thought of having this stranger in my room. After giving it a thought, I reply, "Yes, send him up."

"Okay, Miss Belerose, as you wish."

I can hear the shuffling of his feet as he moves out of the room and closes the creaking door gingerly.

Settling down on the hassock once again, I start running my fingers along the sides of the canvas.

Picking up the dagger, I stroke it's pointed head lightly. This was the murderer of my paintings. But I loved it... I was in love with a sinous killer.

I drag it along the painting smoothly. That screeching sound it makes; I love it too much. A shiver runs down my spine and I start pressing the dagger deeper into her- My Masterpiece.

She cannot be beautiful than me, she cannot! I stab her angrily, mercilessly.

Throwing away the dagger, I pick up the machete and slash her, lacerating her in the process.

She lies in the ground lifeless and formless. Several splintered pieces of her lies scattered and I give her a satanic smile, sinister and crooked to the core.

This was the 99th painting, I exterminated...

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Hello my lovely readers! Yes I told that this story will be updated from the month of August. But guess what? I couldn't stop myself from writing this chapter!

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Sinful and sinister, ain't it? ;)

Jusque-là au revoir!
(Until then, Goodbye!)

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