Time is a ticking

The sadness took over Brandon by surprise, He hadn't expected that. In his dreams, the later stages of Sarra's torture filled him with anticipation and fulfillment and triumph. In the reality he didn't want the end to come.

But he could feel things pushing him to move, Christie so sad and hurt. The dog still tied up out there in the shed. Brian Fuller still sticking to Sarra like glue, maybe even fucking her. And the icing on the cake now, The phone had just rung.

"Paisley, I just wanted to tell you we will be meeting at the Waffle house tomorrow for brunch, so bring your books, I will see you then." The elderly voice had said on the answering machine.

Which meant Paisley Floyd will be missed by lunch time tomorrow. Damn. She hadn't looked like a book club type.

Too bad. He liked Paisly's house, except for the ugly upholstery. Liked her car too. The luxery Lexus.. He wondered why an old lady needed a Lexus.

She didn't need it anymore, not stuffed in the big chest freezer in the basement with Tatar tots and ground turkey. He hadn't enjoyed the killing of Paisley hadn't thought of Christie or Sarra or even his mother. Her death was just a necessity, like Damien's. Brandon hadn't really liked killing him either.

He sighed, thinking how close he was now. Two dolls left.

He went to Paisley's dining room and got the last doll, it held both of the last dolls together, along with a spindle wheeled carriage. Christie watched, his dark mood rubbing off on her, and he pulled the baby doll out of the carriage and took it over to her. "here you go," he said "You can play with her until I need her."

She said nothing, she hadn't for a couple of days.

Damn Brian Fuller for what he had done. No one hurt Christie.

Resolve sank into Brandon's soul, and went back to the table to finish with the mother doll. Fuller's demise was all planned, Just as soon as Brandon was ready to leave Paisley's house, Brian's number would come up.

After that Sarra. Mother doll Sarra.