You were petite, sweet, absolutely adorable. You had the aura of an angel, your eyes were like pure diamonds, your hair was soft like silk. No one would ever had guessed you killed somebody.

You lured men into your house, eventually killing them. They were lustful, you hated that.

You kept their bodies in your basement, where no one would see them. But the amount of missing persons reports were piling up. Police needed to start investigating more.

One of your neighbor’s reported a foul smell from your house. Police came, just one. Young sheriff Tomson. He was either gonna be your next victim, or your last.

You opened the door, Tomson leaned against the door frame, looking down at you.

“Heard something smelled bad here?” He asks.