The bitter smell of formaldehyde and dust assaulted my nose as I glanced around a dark entry way. My skin crawled with fear as I took in the heavy velvet draperies and ancient shelves filled with a large variety of strange things. My breath came in quick gasps as I saw that among the items on the shelves was a human skull, what had I gotten myself into?
Unexpectedly I felt a touch on my lower back that seemed to send an electric shock through my spine.
His lips grazed my ear, "Cheri why don't you go sit down at the table in the parlor" he said gesturing toward a door with a soft light emanating from it.
I nodded absently as he gently shoved me with his hand that had been lingering on my lower back. I walked through the door trying not to look at the hideous things on the shelves that had almost caused me to go into a state of crazed panic. Once through the door I sat at a large round table made of rough, dark wood. This room smelled of incense and many candles sat on various shelves.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath. Trying to calm my nerves I clutched at the heavy skirts of my dress. Thoughts of my last few days in New Orleans flashed through my mind. They all seemed so normal compared to what today seemed to be turning into. If only I had known that I would get myself into such a bind.
Then the shadow man walked into the room. He looked at me with a peculiar amusement in his violet eyes. I glanced at his hands which held a small container that reminded me of a perfume bottle. He moved silently to the table and sat across from me.
"Now Cheri you said you wanted to rid of that husband of yours?" he busied himself with the small cork of the bottle.
"I…I am not so su-"
"Now I know you may feel nervous now my dear but don't you forget the scars he has left on your body and most importantly your mind."
He raised his head and our gazes locked, I found myself feeling a type of hate towards Victor I can never begin to describe, it is what I imagine the most ruthless murderers feel.
"Now do you understand Cheri?" he took my pale, bony hand in his, stroking the delicate flesh of my inner wrist with his thumb.
"Yes" I murmured still looking into his mesmerizing eyes.
"I thought so" he said reaching around to his back pocket pulling out a small thin knife.