Dawn bathes the bedroom in amber. Sam leans against the door frame staring at Rosalie.
“How beautiful she is”, he thinks to himself, “how exquisite.”
Her flawless beauty mists his eyes. Even in the dim light he can make out her perfect lips and the gentle curve of her body under the sheet. His love burns deeply; yet she remains so cold… almost complete.
“Soon I’ll have her heart”.
Pulling his knife he turns to the girl chained in the corner….and smiles thinly.
“Yes, hers will do nicely”, he smirks as the girl begins to scream.