Jeff walked closer, eager to reach out and touch her once again.
“Beautiful, wasn’t she?” asked a male voice from the shadows.
“What do you want?” Jeff didn’t bother to look around.
“I want nothing from you.” The voice replied. “I just paint them… give them new life.”
“Then why am I here?” Jeff shouted.
“Because it is what they wanted,” explained the voice.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Ask them,” the voice whispered. “Only they know.”
Jeff stepped closer to the car, watching as the skin began to peel away, the paint bubbling as if heated from within and running down the bodywork, only to reveal the tender flesh beneath. He reached out and placed his hand on the roof of the car, his palm resting over the swirl of her belly button.
“What do you want from me?”
“To feel.” The reply came from all angles, a harmonic sigh that whispered to Jeff.
“Why are you doing this?” Jeff cried out. “You were the special ones.”
“How dare you,” she snarled, her bloodied eyes snapping open and glaring at Jeff. “You had no right.”
Jeff staggered backwards, falling to his knees as tears blurred his vision yet he still saw her raise from the car, paint becoming flesh as she separated from the metal canvas. He swung his head from left to right and witnessed them all being reborn, climbing down from the walls and moving towards him.
“I loved you all,” Jeff sobbed, looking up into her eyes. “But I loved you the most.”
“Then let me return that love,” She hissed at Jeff, dropping to her knees and staring him in the face. “Let me show you how your love feels.” She thrust a hand forward, penetrating skin and muscle.
Jeff felt the searing pain in his gut and looked down at where her wrist disappeared into his torso, blood staining the white shirt fresh on that morning. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came.
“Can you feel me inside?” She probed with cold fingers. “Is it good for you?” She leaned forward and ran her tongue along his check, the unnatural roughness feeling like a thousand barbs as it tore the skin away from the soft tissue under the surface.
They surrounded him, hands reaching out to tear at his clothes and skin just as he had with them. He wanted to scream but fingers pushed in around his Adam’s apple and crushed it with inhuman pressure.
They continued to crowd in on him, suffocating him with their eagerness to return his perverse love. They tore at him with abandon, taking the flesh and returning to the walls with their trophies and smearing the remains over the concrete surface, using his fluids to paint a new picture.
The entire time she never left his side, holding him upright in her intimate embrace, waiting until he was truly naked, exposed as he had once exposed them.
“Enough,” she said, lifting Jeff to his feet and leading him towards the wall, bloody footprints left in his path.
“But I loved you,” Jeff coughed through a throat full of blood.
“You don’t know the meaning of love,” they said as one. “But you will come to learn the meaning of suffering.”
She pushed Jeff against the gore smeared wall. The pain was like nothing Jeff had ever felt before and he finally managed to scream, spraying the air with a red mist as the sound bubbled up from his tattered windpipe.
The scream died as he became one with the wall, the wet blood drying around him as his flesh bled into the concrete and he joined those he had once loved.
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