He wasn't scared of her before.
But now, oh yes, he is terrified of her.
You'd think he'd try to stay far away from her. But here he was, at her house. She had called him over to her home. Of course, he didn't want to go. But he had this thought that if he didn't obey her she would take his life. But that wasn't true. She didn't want his life. She just wanted his body parts for herself. But he didn't know that. So he went without any complaints.
That day he was getting another body part removed from him and placed in the care of Sari, the girl who was obsessed with him. She sat him in a chair and refused to tell him what room he was in when he asked. There was no need to place anything over his eyes, for her already had those removed by her. They sat in a jar of formaldehyde on top of her entertainment center. His hair that she had removed was in a zip-lock baggie next to the far. She worshipped those body parts like any other human would worship a god.
The sound of the clicking of her foot steps on the cold ground rang through his ears. He tried to not make any reaction to the sounds but how could he not? Wouldn't you be terrified of a girl who had already removed your eyes?
You betcha.
In her hand, Sari held several tools. These tools, however, were much sharper that the ones she had used to remove his eyes just days before. They were a lot sharper and would rip through skin much easier. And she was going to do just that. That day was the day he would be giving up his nose to the psychotic woman that craved his body.