It really is a shame, you know. How even the most highly recommended concealers won't cover the bruises on her face, no matter how many layers I apply... Blush. She needs blush. She's a tad... blue.. and she needs blush. At least, these bruises won't spread. Can't. She's done bleeding.. forever now. But I still love her. Because I found her, she is mine. "Forever." he sighed, nearly content. And she won't even scream if I burn her while her hair is being curled. She'll never scream again. Silver lining. Silver eyeshadow, that's what she needs. It will really make her eyes pop. Well. Her EYE will pop. It will really be brought to life with a silver accent.. There. Sparkling like the day she was born. I wonder when that was... When I found her, she didn't have a purse. No purse, no wallet. No wallet, no ID. I would venture to say... 24. Yes. She was 24 and her name... Her name was my favorite name. Jane. That's why she has to be at the party. She has MY name. "Sit up, Jane. Jane, you're leaning. Sigh... You have just one errant brow that.. That's just driving me insane. Why didn't you pluck?! No. It's okay. You obviously had a rough day.. I'll get it. There." You'll be the most beautiful girl at the party. Our party. I couldn't get all the dark red from beneath your broken nails, so I'm going to paint them scarlet. It almost matches. Almost. What happened to your toes, Jane? Animals get hungry, but that's ANOTHER silver lining. Now, HER shoes will fit YOUR feet.. Jane. My Jane. Just perfectly. Joe heard the door to the cellar burst open. "POLICE!! GET ON THE GROUND!!" He would swear that Jane jumped. "Shhhh... It's alright. Our guests have arrived. Now, Jane.. Look... alive." An impossible task as 'Jane'- complete with bruising on 40% of her body, vacant left eye socket, bloody nails, and missing all 10 of her toes -had been dead for days.

Officer 1: "I- I'm going- I'm going to puke... Why.."

Officer 2: "We got her. He uh... He primped and preened her."