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Chapter 6

Carefully he lifted her out, she stirred slightly he paused knowing he'd have to get her secured quickly. He carried into the house and down to the basement. Once down there he got the straps and tied her to the chair. Then he took a step back admiring his work. She would wake up anytime now. He had work to do if he wanted to capture it in all its glory. He began taking photos.

Lara fought the fogginess. How much had she had to drink last night? Then the fear began she couldn't move her arms, her legs and her head were all stuck. A rescue gone wrong? Was she trapped somewhere. She did an inventory of her body. Her head felt foggy otherwise there was no pain. Slowly she opened her eyes to see what was going on, it was dark her eyes followed the only light in the room and to her horror she realised she was trapped in a chair. She struggled against her bonds to no avail. Her eyes found the man responsible who was gazing at her smiling. An expression that chilled her to the core.

"Welcome Lara" Mark said enjoying the look on her face it was one all his girls had worn.

"What do you want?" she asked trying to sound braver that she felt.

"You" he replied, watching as the look of despair crossed her face. He smiled, she was the toughest yet. Some of the girls, number 5, and 3 had begun crying by now, 2, 7 and 4 were already talking about the assets they had willing to give him the lot in return for their lives. 6 was similar scanning the room for exits, she had been lots of fun. 8 was different unemotional, calculating as if it was a computer game, if it was he had won he thought with a smile. 9 he didn't like 9 she didn't appreciate his genius she had paid for it though.

"My friends will find me" she assured him. He laughed

"Because of the note you left? You think I didn't see that? Pikes Peak, poor Nathan, he didn't have to die but you knew the rules and you broke them." He mocked. He could see the tears form in her eyes and pressed the button, the camera flashed.

"You killed him"

"No, you did, I told you the rules you chose to break them. In a way it works better, poor kid slipped off the edge of the ravine taking you with him. If they find his body they'll be convinced you're dead too. Nobody will look because nobody knows you're still alive" he took another photo as she realised the pain this must be causing her friends

"Why do you keep taking photos?" she asked, if possible his grin grew even bigger

"My dear, it's my work, let me show you, then you will appreciate the beauty you are contributing too." He moved some equipment around.

"This is Deborah she was my wife" he told her as a slideshow began projecting onto the wall. He gently stroked the wall. The woman was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress that hugged her frame, sleek and elegant.

"I called her my Princess, she was so glamorous and beautiful, I loved taking her photo, I loved her so much. I used to buy her clothes and she dressed up in them. It was like having a real Barbie to play with."

"Real Barbie?" Lara questioned, a little touched by the story

"I love Barbie's, I use to sneak into my sister's room and play with them. My dad hated it, beat me every time he caught me but I never stopped. When she grew out of them she chucked them out I found them and hid them in my room. I loved them so much, then discovered my second love photography I took photos of my Barbie's made them look beautiful. Then my dad found out, he burnt all of them and destroyed my camera. He made me join the military to become strong, I did and then I killed him. Then I met Deborah, she was like my own beautiful Barbie. But she was going to leave me. I couldn't let her leave me." He flicked the photo across to show a girl sat in the same chair Lara was, blonde, blue eyes she was beautiful with a look of fear across her face. He flipped through several photos of her all strapped in the chair, then she was free lying on the floor her eyes fixed glazed over, her mouth hanging open, her skin yellowy in appearance.

Lara had seen enough dead bodies to know she was dead. Then her body had been dressed up a tiara on her head and a pink princess dress on. Her face had makeup on, poorly done the lipstick smeared around her lips. Lara felt sick, she knew she was likely to die here. She closed her eyes she didn't want to see this. She felt something hit her legs hard. She opened her eyes in pain

"You watch my collection you appreciate it" he warned. Lara nodded noting the whip had dried blood on it that wasn't hers.

"She didn't leave me she learnt. Then I had to collect the next one, after all any good collector has to have a complete collection. She wanted to help me, she thought I had issues" he laughed as the photos switched to another girl. In the first photo she was wearing a lab coat, with a stethoscope around her neck her hair in a neat bun. Then came the next one she was strapped in the chair her hair was longer but also blonde, her eyes blue, open wide and frozen in fear.

"She offered me money, anything to let her go, but I couldn't do that as all collectors know you can't swap your best dolls. Her name was Maggie she lived alone and had no family. Very easy to grab and nobody noticed she was gone. She cared, she tried to talk to me, she was a special doctor for the head but I'm not crazy so she couldn't cure me" he flicked across the photos again there were several of her in the chair and then dead on the floor. Next was the sickening ones of her dressed as a doctor posed over a decaying body, Lara assumed that was Deborah from her condition they're had been a few weeks between the killings.

"How many have you killed?" Lara asked

"Only one, there not dead just collected. They won't die, I have them safe, see look she is safe" he pointed to the screen. Lara tried to advert her gaze but couldn't the strap on her head giving her no option but to watch.

"The next one I found accidently there was a dog injured on the road, I took it to the vets. She was there. I had to wait for ages to get her, she had a boyfriend who would know she was missing. Then they broke up she was devastated. Then I took her they think she ran away. She cried so much and begged all the time. I told her it was going to be ok. And it was" he showed her the photos. The first was her at work cuddling a cat then treating a dog. Then came the inventible chair photos. She too was blonde her eyes seemed impossibly blue against the red rimmed skin. Again she was dead and posed with animals, a cat and a dog. Lara took deep breaths aware she was about to vomit. "She was very lucky I think she liked dogs the best"

"What was her name?" Lara managed to ask fighting tears and the need to vomit.

"Claire, it was Claire who lead me to Simone, she was a movie star. She was in the crowd in spider man. She wanted to be famous I'm making her wish come true. Soon she'll be the most famous movie star ever. I recorded her on video watch" he pressed play. Firstly was a clip from Spiderman the camera focusing in on the crowd. Lara struggled to see anyone there who fitted the description it then swapped to the room. A young girl strapped in the chair came into view blonde short hair styled like Marilyn Monroe.

"Please let me go, please I can give you money…anything I don't want to die. Please let me go please" She asked frantically her voice and breathing nearing a hysterically level. Mark walked around the camera and caressed her cheek

"It's ok, I'm making your dreams come true, it's scary when that happens I understand why you are upset. The emotion is overwhelming."

"I just want to go free" she begged

"And you will" he promised disappearing from view before the camera cut out. It came back in again with him kneeling by her side

"Poison doesn't damage the skin, the looks but still hurts" he injected something into her. The next 10 minutes were spent with her screaming and writhing in agony before giving up to gasped breaths then silence,

"Please stop it" Lara had begged repeatedly to no avail. When the video stopped she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok course I thought that was the highlight until I met Kirsty. She was the best chef I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. She worked in a small café and wanted to travel the world." He showed the photo of the girl about 18 with a chef's hat on. Her hair was blonde but tied into tiny plaits. Under her apron was a tie-dyed t-shirt. Lara could imagine her getting a campervan and just driving it didn't matter where. She wanted to close her eyes but knew to escape she couldn't be injured. Blood loss would slow her down and give her a poorer chance of survival. The next photo flashed up

"Her friends thought she'd taken off to explore the world. One plane ticket to Bangkok, a small suitcase and a facebook status persuaded everyone. She was a crier. Kept making her eyes puffy and ugly." The next photo made Lara heave as she vomited. The girl sat blood running down either check the eyes open, blood and tissue replacing the eyeballs. The worst thing was the fact her face was scrunched up in pain and fear telling Lara she was still alive when this photo had been taken.

"Don't be upset, she saw the world differently after. She said it changed her for the better and they were very delicious" he commented

"You ate them"

"I ate all of her. She was a chef it is what she would have wanted." He flicked over the photos finishing with photos of food. Lara assumed the meat wasn't beef.

"After her I wanted a challenge I was driving around and that is when I found Kate" he showed the photo. Lara recognised it as a street racer. She thought back to Jordan and the rescues they had done there was a faint recognition although she couldn't be certain.

"I offered to sell her my car she really wanted it. I offered to give her a test drive all she had to do was come with me to get the paper work. She did and I just drove here I showed her in, gave her a drink and spiked it so she slept. She spent the whole time trying to escape. I don't think she ever believed she would die even as she took her last breath. The innocence of youth bless she was the youngest not even legal to drive" he laughed. It sent chills down her spine already she had lost count of how many he had killed, was she destined to be another name on the list.

"Maria was almost as beautiful as Deborah. Graceful, elegant, she was going to become a professional ballerina. I told her I was an agent. She left her home, her family to come to Sydney and train. It didn't work out so well" he flicked through the photos of a slim petite blond girl. She was truly beautiful and the poses were that of a professional dancer. Until she died then the poses were more her hanging from her arms than anything graceful.

"After, was Samantha a programmer, rich or so she said. Her life was online I wonder if anyone has even noticed that her tweets have stopped and her x-box gaming account has been inactive for weeks. She designed things to put into games I simply made friends online, then traced her IP address. Isn't she pretty? She was naughty almost escaped I had to punish her" he showed a slide with her bleeding welts covering her skin. That's where the dried blood had come from Lara thought wincing.

"Next was Helen a photographer, like me I thought she would appreciate the beauty in my art. Maybe she would help me create my dream. I created this slideshow for her. She called me a monster but she helped me anyway it was her that lead me to you. I was disposing her body when I slipped. Imagine my joy when Lara the rescue Barbie comes. My next addition to the collection and my most challenging catch yet. I follow her but she begins to notice. I saw you this morning you were about to tell that bitch Michelle about being followed. I'm ex SAS I'm good at stealth but still you noticed something wasn't right"

"How long did you follow me for?" Lara asked inwardly kicking herself she knew she was being followed why hadn't she trusted her instincts.

"A month, have a look" he clicked the slideshow. She was shown abseiling, climbing, inside a car holding someone's head, coming out of a fire holding a young boy, soot covering her face. She shivered recognising the cases. She never even knew he was there.

"How?" She asked

"I put a tracker in both of the rescues cars and got myself a rescue radio. I've been listening and recording the whole time. He pressed play and Lara's voice echoed around the room.

"There is a fuel leak, Evacuate this place is going to blow" she remembered that picking up the child and running.

"Hero Barbie, we are going to have so much fun" he claimed. "But I got things to do, I got to prepare it has to be perfect. You wait here" he ordered as if Lara had a choice. He left shutting the door and locking it. Yes he thought she was the perfect addition to his collection. It was time to listen to the radio and see how her friends were getting on. He did hope Maggie and Claire were being hospitable in his old house.