The Statue Killer

   He always liked reptiles. Lizards, snakes, iguanas. Dogs and cats were too needy, too time consuming. People were like that, too. He never really cared for them either. Sure, he had some sexual experiences when he was younger, but it was because that's what everyone else was doing. He was a fan of the female body, but not in the way other men were. He appreciated its form, its curves, its texture, more like an artist appreciates a beautiful painting or a sonnet. But in real encounters, it always seemed to dissapoint him, like a lessen version of what he perceived beauty to be. People were flawed, their bodies were flawed, and that which he desired was above all.

Slowly but surely, he became secluded to a small place near the forest. He had a job, enough to keep him going, but boredom was inevitable. His pets provided a small company, but his house looked dull and empty. He needed a hint of inspiration in his life. And that soon arrived.

He was watching a documentary on T.V about an ancient statue called "Aphrodite of Milos". He was stunned by the magnificent piece of art, the white, smooth surface of her skin, without any spots or scars. Its stillness, was like a moment of perfection, frozen in time. He heard that the statue was created by the Greeks over 2000 years ago. Such beauty and grace, to be kept for so long. An idea started manifesting in his mind. He would try to retain that beauty he once chased, forever...

   The internet is a wonderful place. It was there he found what was advertised as "cement spray", a formula that was liquid, but once sprayed hardened to completely rigid. He tested it out and it worked like a charm! Only thing left now was to find a pray. He would have to be careful, of course. Girls from the same town were out of the question, they could be associated with him easier. It would have to be quick and efficient. He didn't care about raping them or torturing them. That was for other people maybe, not him.

   His first victim was a cute college student from the city. He had spotted her living the campus with her friends, presumably for a night of drinking and flirting. She had the prettiest, toned legs. He followed her in the badly lit sidewalk. She turned to look but found nothing suspicious. The next moment she was turning ahead, she felt a strong blow to her head by a metal bar and fell unconscious.

He dragged her to an alleyway where no one would see them. She had a small scar on her head from the impact, but to his surprise, she was still breathing. A bit panicked, he sat on top of her body. He pinched her nose with one hand and closed her mouth with the other. He anxiously waited like this for what seemed like an eternity. The young woman could do nothing, in her state, to avoid her untimely death. Finally, after two minutes, she was gone. He picked her limp body and walked to his car, then placed her in the trunk.

After reaching home, he placed her lifeless body on the table of his garage. Ideas jumped on his mind, left and right. "Just a school-girl", he thought to himself. Her white shirt, with the sexy tie to draw attention to her breasts, matched her blue, short skirt with fishnet stockings. "Probably a slut, too", he added.

He tied a rope around her neck and her wrists, bringing them behind her back. He pulled her legs wide, bending at her knees and let her hands touch the table's surface. She was so pretty like that. He begun spraying with the cement glue, the rope around her neck keeping the position. Covering her step by step, inch by inch, a coccoon that would preserve her beauty indefinitely was beginning to form. When he was done she had a grey-ish color, just like an old statue. He smoothed over the surface of his new work very carefully and then polished it too give it that shine it needed.

Her blank stare and semi-gaping mouth were nice touches to his work. Her legs pulled a bit opened, as if to invite any man inside. Her breasts were prompt up by the position, looking as erotic as ever. He sat for a while, admiring his creation. He had done it, this was trully wonderful.

   A few months had passed. His work had become more organised. He didn't want to go though the same trouble as the first time. In another dark corner of the web he found a drug that increased the heart rate dramatically, to the point of heart failure. Once injected, any human would be very, very dead in about 30 seconds. That made his kills quicker and more efficient. His house was now full of "pieces",as he called them.

A small ballerina had been placed in the corner in a dancing pose. He had found her working in a super-market he once visited. She was easy to get, after her shift had ended, he'd grabbed her and, with a hand over her mouth keeping her from alerting anyone, he had stuck the needle in her neck. He could feel her heart pound like crazy, as she struggled in his grip, before becoming limp in his hands. He kept cold and collected throughout this, he just wanted to get her home and begin working on her.

At the other side of the ballerina was a cute kitty-girl next to his actual pets, with cat ears, a tail, and some cute whiskers put on her cheeks. She was prompt on all fours, a suitable stance for a pet. Finally a redhead mermaid (at least she used to be redhead) was a piece accompaning a fist tank he had bought a while back. The mermaids head was inside the water, while the body was used as the tank's base, her tail and shoulders holding it in place. It was funny to him how sometimes the fist would go in her mouth and out her eye-sockets, like it was a little cave.

He put extra work into each piece now, from the clothing, to the position, to the expressions, everything had to be perfect! He worked on them like an dedicated craftsman, with care and mindfulness. In addition to the ones decorating his living room, he had two nude girls expressively holding each sides of a oval mirror on his bedroom, another one in his kitchen sink. She had been placed half inside the wall from her waist down, wearing a traditional german dirndl. her hands were positioned evenly so that he could place a sponge or anything on either hand, and by some clever plumbing, the water came through her body and out her half-open mouth. Lastly, an amazon looking woman was on his bathroom, her arms vertical to her torso, at about 5 inches distance between them. This is were he kept all sorts of hygiene items.

   It's about 9 p.m. He is sitting in his favorite armchair, stroking his iguana "Felix", watching the news. The place is quiet, except for the news anchor's low voice. "This place feels much more cozy now, don't you think Felix?", the small animal didn't respond, but it wasn't the first time. As the anchor announced the disappearence of yet another girl during the last months, the man reached his hand to a table next to him, where a bowl of chips was. "That was really smart to modify that." He said to himself. The "table" was non other than the school-girl he had caught that first day. Where her head was, he had added a wooden frame, and a flat one on top. "I bet she never was as useful when she was alive as now, right ladies?" He laughed to himself, as the nameless statues around him remained silent.