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Model - Bloody Painter

The first time he saw Trixie, was in his art class at the college. She was one of the supposed models the students would be drawing to practice sketching the human body. She was shy and nervous shaking and fidgeting a little as she held her stance while stripped down to nothing but her undergarments. It was her luck that the teacher felt it would be uncomfortable for her to be nude in front of his class especially since most of them were males. She was only there for the day as the original model had cancelled because of a friend's wedding he had to attend.

He tilted his head as he stared at Trixie with his tired eyes, amazed by her body. By every nook and cranny, her pale skin looked smooth and shined lightly under the florescent lights of the art room. The second time he saw her was when the both of them had run into each other one day in a café. The silence between the both of them after short apologizes was awkward but was soon broken as she started to chat with him. Day by day, he fell for her. He enjoyed how cheerful she got when she talked about her day.

But, then came the day he chose to confess. As he prepped himself to tell her, he almost felt his heart shattered when Trixie had entered the small café, which the two had been meeting in, with a strange young man that seemed slightly older then her by a year. He forced a smile as he listened to her introduce her fiancé to him. Through the day he felt anger and heartbreak. He was frustrated that she was already taken and soon to be married to someone that wasn't him.

After her and her fiancé had parted ways with him he stared at his unopened sketch book and clenched his hands that rested neatly on his lap. He breathed heavily while his left eye twitch, thoughts of how she belonged to him flashed through his mind. He stood up and gathered his things, leaving his half drunken coffee, which had long since gone cold, on the table while exiting the café. In his frustration he stomped down the sidewalk, hatred oozing off of him as people parted or crossed to the other side of the street to avoid him. Once he made it back to Slender's mansion, he stomped to his room.

He ignored the others shouts and calls asking what the hell was a matter with him as he went to his room. He closed and locked the door as he threw his things down and sat on his bed while holding his sketchbook close to his chest. He flipped it opened and stared at the drawings of you he had made each different from one another, some innocent and cute while others were oozing with the vibe of lust. He ran his fingers through his black hair while smiling; you made such a perfect model. His eyes lit up as a thought came to mind. He flickered his eyes over to a white mask that lay innocently on his desk. A wide smirk spread across his lips as he stared at the object.

-Weeks Later-

Trixie shifted around as she straightened her purse while straining her eyes to peer through the darkness and trying to shove her house key into the keyhole. She was just getting back from work, having not seen Helen at all these past few weeks while feeling like she was being stalked. Her fiancé brushed her paranoia aside with a few comments that stress can make the brain think crazy thoughts. Once she got her door unlocked, she peered back behind her and towards the empty street. After a minute she quickly shuffled into Hers and her fiancé's shared home, not wanting to know what could be lurking out in the dark.

As soon as she entered, she was hit with a strong metallic smell. Trixie pinched her nose and scrunched up her face while heading into the living room and turning on the lights. Regret filled her instantly as she screamed in horror at the sight before her. Blood splattered everywhere as her fiancé dangled upside down from the ceiling fan. From his neck down to his stomach he was cut opened and gutted like a deer while his intestines were wrapped around him like tinsel on a tree.

Other organs were dangling from the ceiling while there were more cuts littering his body with blood still leaking out. His eyes were rolled back into his head while blood dribbled down his face from his mouth where his tongue was missing. Trixie covered her mouth and slid to the floor, eyes wide as her body shook. It took a while before she heard the soft footsteps that were approaching quickly and just as she turned around she felt something hard smack against the side of her head. Black spots begin to fill her vision as the last thing she saw was a white mask, with black hallow eyes and a bloody smile peering down at her.

-Time Skip-

When Trixie came to, she found that her wrists were restrained with rope while her body hanged from the ceiling. She lacked clothing while in front of her was a black haired, mask wearing male while he stared down at a sketch book while drawing. Occasionally he would look up for a second before looking back down. Trixie started to squirm, her body swaying as the man's pencil stopped its movements and he sat up straight. It was at that moment that she noticed the dry blood that stained his outfit and the few speaks of blood that were splattered across his white mask.

Fear coursed through her veins the minute she saw him stand up and start to make his way towards her. As soon as he was near her, he brought his hand up and gently started to caress her cheek. "Shh, it's alright" he cooed as if in an attempt to calm her down. Trixie stopped for a minute as she recognized the owner of the voice, her eyes widen as she looked straight into the black holes of the mask with wide fear filled eyes.

"H-Helen" she stuttered the name out in a bare whisper, not wanting her suspicion to be confirmed. Sadly she was proven right when the raven haired male removed his mask to reveal her friend who smiled at her lovingly with crazed obsessed eyes. Trixie shivered as he continued to caress her cheek while his eyes scanned her body from top to bottom. She swallowed thickly while her eyes started to water as she remembered what happened to her fiancé, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "Why?" She asked.

"Because I love you" Helen hummed out as he tilted his head.

"Please don't hurt me" she whispered as she stared at him with glossy eyes. She watched as he frowned before he smirked widely as he roughly grabbed her face and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you're my model. But, heh, I can't promise I won't do anything drastic if you try to run" he said in such a calming voice that it made her shiver. "Who's to say that someone else you love and know might turn up just the same way your fiancé looked when you came home" he hummed as he continued to stare straight into her eyes. They widened as she began to whimper and shake her head the best she could since he was holding it in place. "Understand this, you're mine. My precious model that I can put in any position I want whenever I need to sketch" he cooed.

His tongue poked out of his mouth and ran over his lips as he stared at her with lust. "You have to do what I say and you can't leave. I won't let anyone else lay an eye on you. I won't let anyone else take you from me" he stressed out each and every word before roughly pressing his lips against hers in a rough manner. As soon as he pulled back, he stepped away and gave Trixie a crooked smile. "Now, be a good model and stay still or else I'll have to punish you" he purred as he turned and headed back to his seat where he sat his sketch pad.

Trixie shivered from his tone. She couldn't help but start to cry as she began to thrash about. She heard another sigh before a low chuckle. "So disobedient, but don't worry I know how to fix that."

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