“Running your fingers through someone’s hair”

So soft. Silky. Jet black. Smells like a hint of citrus - her shampoo perhaps.
Smells kind of like my last one. Maybe they use the same brand.

I take my special comb and gently brush her hair. I smell it again.
This time, I get more the scent of blood. I guess it’s started to seep into her scalp.

*Drip drip*

Little specks of blood drop on to my shoe. Time to start the mopping process. I put my hammer that I used to bludgeon her back into my toolkit. Or my fun kit, as I like to call it. I look in her broom closet for the mop and gently mop up the blood on the floor, careful not to disturb her. As I leave, I snip off a lock of hair and take a deep breath.

Another one for my collection.