Emily woke up in an unfamiliar basement on the day after the proposal. Her limbs were chained on the operating bed.
All around her were sheets of human skins. Some glass bottles even had heads submerged in medicinal liquid.
The handsome Otto was wearing a white lab coat. The medicine rack beside him had syringes and tools for operation sleeping in them.
Otto was a painter that collected the skins of beauties. He was also an insane serial killer. He would speak of his first love to his every target to lure them into his trap of deep love.
Emily was forty-nine in his collection. In other words, he had murdered forty-eight young ladies before Emily.
Sealing their beautiful skins in this secret laboratory eternally, he would look for inspiration from these women.
As he mocked women's stupidity, he injected the anesthetic that partially numbed Emily. He loved to skin his prey when they were conscious.
