Well hello readers!

I have finally made an update and I think I like this one more than the others. It's a lot shorter than the others I must say, but it's not too bad. I hope you enjoy it and continue to stick with this story!

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Jame looks down into the cold darkness of his makeshift well. It's four o'clock in the morning and he doesn't make one sound of exhaustion. He knows he still needs more skin to complete his 'suit' but the one thing that has been on his wild mind is what's down in the well; he wants Clarice's hair. Her hair is like the icing on the cake, the star on top of the christmas tree. With her hair in his possession Jame can finally be happy-maybe.

After retrieving the wooden ladder from close by, Jame is careful when he slides it into the well, after grunting a few times and he grabs his basket containing a bottle of chloroform and a rag, as well as the light attached to it. He isn't sure if the woman below is awake or not but he continues slowly and cautiously down the ladder nonetheless. On his way down, Jame can hear the weak ladder creak and wobble a little bit and he nearly falls off the thing until he quickly catches himself, still holding on to the basket.

Clarice opens her eyes slowly, one after the other and immediately her mind is conscious and she can see Jame coming down after her. The light is very bright, blinding her more and more the closer he gets.

The young FBI agent has a full bladder and an empty stomach, she's not really in the right mood to be fighting off Mr. Gumb. Clarice gives him a loud scream instead but she's cut off when Jame puts the filthy rag to her nose. He doesn't struggle that long with Clarice and once he pulls the rag away, Jame looks down at the unconscious being lying almost lifeless in his arms. He swallows hard and is quick to remove his eyes from her. He got lost in the lovely brunette hair and the innocent face.

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It's not nearly as much of a struggle to get this one out of the well as it had been with all of his other victims but it's obvious she doesn't weigh that much. Jame grunts and groans on his way up the ladder but not because of the extra weight but because of his fear of falling from the wobbling ladder. Once he's up and over the well, he carries the body over his shoulder and makes his way into his bedroom.

The smell coming from her makes his nose wiggle. He's smelled worse but the smell of wet dog is just something he doesn't like at all. That's why Jame always makes sure to keep Precious well groomed and taken care of, besides the fact that he has a special bond with her. The minute he enters his bedroom, Jame lays the motionless body onto his bed carefully and he turns to look down at Precious who is at his feet.

The strong scent of rotting flesh and blood is making Precious anxious and it's making Jame a little bit too. Jame leans over to pick up Precious and he enters the next room with her, where Catherine's body lay on his stained operating table. Turning on the lights, Jame sets Precious down and ultimately realizes as he looks down at Catherine's body that the young woman he previously had in the well is in his bedroom; he has never brought the women he'd kidnapped into his most private areas, especially knowing they could escape.

With his arms crossed, Jame snarls and leaves the room with a loud; "Shit!" Precious growls and follows him into his bedroom where he sees the same body laying on his sheets. His heart begins to slow down but his curiosity doesn't.

Precious continues to pace the room anxiously but Jame isn't paying attention to her right now. He stares at his new victim. His eyes look her up and down and not just once, three times before he gets in very close, at the edge of the bed, reaching down to brush her soft hair. He gives the locks a sweet gentle brush before returning to his woman suit. Why can't he be like this one? Why can't he have that lovely hair of hers, instead of his that seems to be getting thinner as the days pass by? Those lips, her nose, her eye lashes even.

Jame wants to look like this one. He wants her face, he wants all of her.

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