Mr.S tilted his head slowly as he leaned down slowly, his face parting along its horizontal to release those monstrous jaws, the long, slick black tongue she knew so well traced the flesh of her neck as his long icy cold tendrils slid along the contours of her bare flesh, sending chills through her with every feather-like caress of the inky black tendrils, her robe pooling at her feet as the tendrils explored her. The lumbering creature leaned close so she would feel his icy breath, his cold, thin lips resting to her's a long, tentative moment, his skeletal fingertip tracing beneath her chin as he looked down at her. He shivered some throughout the entirety of his form.<br/><br/>His cold fingertips laced beneath her's to take her hand, drawing her back to his chambers. He had left her robe where it fell. When she stood at his wardrobe he gently gestured for her to settle into the leather seat installed into the wardrobe, traditionally meant to make the client comfortable during measurements but it was meant for her comfort and safety.<br/><br/>"Come...." he hissed from those huge jaws. "Come...to my world...my hell....if you truly wish...to be mine..." He let her settle comfortably into the seat, her mask being gently slipped away so he could stared into her eyes, the usual static in her head amplifying by hundreds of times every passing moment as the room began to go black around them, his tendrils spreading, engulfing her against his icy flesh, her feeling the black sludge that made up his body wash over her bare flesh before she once more stood in the stretched wood, alone it seemed, icy winds caressing her bare flesh and thick, heavy rain pouring down against her.<br/><br/>The floor was a thick seeping black mud, those tall, spindly trees, lifeless and black went on in every direction as far as she could see, the storm swirling above her, raging endlessly. Every tree was marked with that same familiar emblem, drenched in blood and scorched, sometimes bits of cloth wavered in the wind from ancient nails jammed into the high branches. In a flash of lightning she would see a figure, pinned still to a rising tree. Lightning illuminated a man in a suit, a white cloth bag over his face, the tree he was attached to smoldering still from the flame that had engulfed it, the rain having calmed it. He shifted weakly, shivering at the crashes of thunder, shaking in pain, the hands that were nailed into spindly branches burnt, the exposed neck burnt and the bag seeming almost melded to the face beneath from the heat.<br/><br/>Voices echoed, laughs of a deep authoritative voice. "Finally caught you, ya damn molesting monster!"<br/><br/>A soft spoken voice cried out in pain and fear, echoing in the raging winds of the storm as the figure struggled. "No! I..I could never harm a child! Please, Sheriff Krailey! I'm just a tailor! I'm just a tailor!...." Screams of pain echoed alongside the noise of hammers striking home against nail heads and then a silence before the slowly rising noises of crackling wood and the rising shudder of flames, followed by ear splitting screams of agony, the figure she saw shaking and struggling in the indescribable pain.