Richard [Completed] ✓

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Cardinally reproachable. Obsession.

He admired the woman's body on the table. Her throat was sliced open, blood seeping out from the wound out onto the floor. Her body was convulsing, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. Mr. Lewis put Helen out of her misery by wedging the machete into her heart. He roughly twisted it before yanking it out.

Bits of Helen's blood splattered on his left cheek. A smile spread across his face as he started to sever the woman's head off. Mr. Lewis grabbed it off of the table and hung it in the storage with the rest of the heads on a fishing hook. He came back and dragged Helen's naked body off of the table by the leg. Mr. Lewis tossed her in the pile where she could rest peacefully with the other dead women.

He slammed the door shut, wiping the speck of blood away from his cheek. Mr. Lewis grabbed a mop and a bucket of water. He started to rid of the floor from all bacteria. The man started to pour a strong chemical that smelled of lemon on the metal table. Mr. Lewis let it sit alone for five minutes before wiping it off with a towel.

"What a shame.. She made such a mess, and didn't bother to say goodbye." He let out a booming laugh and threw all of his cleaning supplies in another closet that hid itself from the other side of the cement wall. The smell of musk and rotten flesh hit his nostrils, and he walked back upstairs. Mr. Lewis was clearly unfazed by the horrid scent in the basement as he slammed the door shut and locked it.

He went back upstairs and lingered by the old photos along the wall. They were picture frames with only him and Luciana huddled in the middle. There was one picture of her in a white wedding dress, the waistline adorned with real diamonds. Mr. Lewis sucked in a breath as he reached up to remove the frame from the creme colored wall. He held it carefully, as if he didn't want to risk breaking such a precious memory.

Luciana was wearing the dress that he bought with his own money. A smile adorned her plump red limps, the smile that he loved the most. He was obsessed with the way she looked wearing the dress. Mr. Lewis was obsessed with the twinkle in her eyes that stared brightly back at him. A sad sigh escaped his lips as he tenderly rubbed his thumb along the side of her face, tracing her jawline.

He missed her.

He missed her so much.

Even Mr Lewis's insanity couldn't wipe out what he felt for his dead wife. She would always be there in his heart regardless of his murderous and bloody tendencies. Mr. Lewis wanted to continue to find another version of her, one that was just as perfect as Luciana herself. The man let out an animalistic growl as he hung her picture back up on the wall. He was growing very impatient with the lack of women who had the kind of respect and looks Luciana had.

He couldn't help but to think that everybody of course was different, but there had to be at least somebody out there who was just as similar. Mr. Lewis was a lonely man and he couldn't help that either. He brought his glance back to the front door. He knew that someone was standing there, but it was a girl for sure. Then there was a knock on the door.

A small smile crept across Mr. Lewis's face as he stepped towards the door to answer it.

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*Note: I'm sorry if this chapter was short. I don't plan on making the future ones short like this. This only happens if I am going to make a critical foreshadow of the next chapter that leads up to something big.