Fan

Eyelids closed, I drank in his beautiful features. Dark hair contrasted his red lips, and pale skin. Perfect nose. Snuggling closer I breathed him in. Closing my eyes, I remembered our night together. Laughter. Games.

Opening my eyes a bashful giggle escaped my lips. He had been perfect. I kissed his cold lips before getting up, smiled and streched. Death made them all even more beautiful. A standstill of perfection. This one would be great for my collection.

Opening the door to my study, they all greeted me, quietly, their glass eyes staring adoringly at me.

"Hello boys! I brought you a new friend to meet." A half crazed sigh building in anticipation of the preparations ahead.

"Let's get to work!" I said, as I sharpened the knife. He was the most beautiful of all. After all, men did want to be admired...