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Time seemed to stop, there stood the Corinthian , a god amongst us collectors. For 130 years everyone wondered every time he killed , what did he do with they eyes?
The eyes, such a crucial part of his design
Now was the time we found out. He stood in front of me with 2 perfectly round eyes in his hand.
Then he took off his glasses.
I stopped breathing. Every human fears the unknown, it’s simply a instinct and there, with the Corinthian with his teeth for eyes , i felt fear. True, human fear. He lifted them up to his sockets,
And took a bite.
He devoured the eyes of Phillip with a deal, primal hunger, blood dripping down his chin and staining his perfect outfit.
“Mm-mmm, nothing like it, really, you must try it” he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world
He started to hand me one and I flinched back.
“What..” he started, sounding almost disappointed, “you’re not afraid of me are you? You, one of the most prolific serial killers of all time scared of little old me?”
I didn’t, couldn’t respond, he shrugged with an air of nonchalance.
“Oh well, see you around”
And with that he walked off, though the doors of the building, swaggering off as if he owned the world, he probably did for all I know