I take my paintbrush and brush it along her face. The cold, wet material making one directional marks on her face.
I dip the brush in some water before submerging it in the light peach colour. I continue my journey along her face before coming to a halt at the gaping hole in her cheek.
"I forgot about that, my darling!" I say to her, before reaching once more for the needle and thread.
Quickly and nimbly, I patch up her cheek and continue with my painting. Every so often, I look back towards the picture of Amanda - just to make sure they look the same. After covering her whole face in skin colour, I move on to the impeccably tiny details.
2 hours later, I look back at the picture and then towards my girl once more. They could have been mistaken for twins - which is just what I want. The jaws; the lips. The nose; the freckles. Inch for inch they were the same.
"You're nearly ready, beautiful." I say to her. "My handiwork has made you perfect - don't you agree?"
"Of course she agrees." I think to myself, as I slip green contact lenses into her eyes. She was all but done. The only things incomplete were her clothes and her hair. Then the real work would begin...
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The Switch
HorrorOne body; for another... I like teenage girls; dead ones... I also like dolls... I also like to murder... When you hear something strange in your local graveyard, make sure you lock your windows and doors... After all, you wouldn't want to be Switch...
