Grell smirked in the face of the woman bound to a chair before her, only just beginning to come around. She was gently stirring a makeup of her own concoction in a small bowl. It was special… So far Grell hadn't been able to recreate a red as beautiful as the blood that she was spilling… If more was going to be spilt… Why not just use it to make them pretty before their demise?
She smiled to herself, beginning to apply it to the prostitutes' face. She didn't pay much heed to her name… Mary something… But she was an idiot. Not every girl was as lucky as her, to be able to live as a mother, to be born a woman… Grell was snarling at her at the thought.
"Uh… Huh!?" She began to scream loudly, making Grell flinch at the noise.
"Shut it," Grell quickly snarled, her fangs bared.
"Ah… ah… Monster…"
"Hmph… Hold still." She smeared the red makeup across the woman's ugly face.
"Wh…What are you doing!?" She was shouting and screaming. Grell's work was becoming much too messy, and her work was getting far too hard with this one.
"Just stay still!" She gripped the woman's neck, but as she went to move her hand closer to her face, she was met with the sharp pain of teeth sinking into her hand. Grell gave a sharp yelp, and pulled out her death scythe. "I wanted to make you beautiful before your life faded… I gave you a chance… Die."
She revved her death scythe. She was quite proud when she made it… A 'chainsaw' she called it. Oh William wouldn't let her use it for a day before taking it away.
Grell gave a devious laugh as she drove the chainsaw into her chest, revving it violently as she ripped it out. Her cinematic record began to unravel from her chest, but Grell forced it back. "Oh no, you aren't going to die just yet!" She yelled. "You're going to suffer like we do! Do you think it's easy for us!? Yet you just take it away from yourself!?"
The prostitute was screaming in her ear. "I… I don't.. ARGH!" Grell dug her death scythe into her shoulder, revving it more slowly now, to draw out the pain and suffering.
"Of course you don't understand! You've had the chance, and haven't taken it!" Grell was giving a mixture of screaming and crying into her face, when she finally fell limp, nothing Grell did letting her cinematic record return to her. "You can have a baby…"