He Always Made the Right Moves
For a psychotic narcissist
He had always hoped for a private moment with her, but never imagined it would have turned out like this. She was his vision, the key to escaping the emotional burden weighing him down. His muse looked just as delicious, coated in bronze, as she did before he stole her off the sidewalk, clawing and screaming, two months ago.
Sebastian wondered how long it would take before anyone noticed Celeste was gone.
Her eyes followed his every move. He had kept them open, unobstructed, relishing her vibrancy until his psychosis became too much to bear. He couldn’t handle her watching him, eagle-eyed, as he prepped the room.
He felt condemned. As her judgment escaped, it slithered down her sensual metallic frame and across the ceramic floor. Sebastian felt tethered to her, unlike any of the others.
Would she be his last casualty? He wondered.
He almost missed the knock on the front door as he exited the basement. Standing on tiptoes, Sebastian peeked through the peephole. His package had arrived.
He dragged the heavy carton through the hallway, pushed it down the stairs, and watched it toggle to the cellar. He opened the flap with a quick slice of the carving knife and slid the large wooden pieces onto the…
