Favorite Beautiful Face

I'm a cosmetologist and own the largest salon in the city, so I no longer have to give facials and just sit back and collect money.

That evening it rained a drizzle, the sun set quietly, dark clouds depressing the whole city, I sat at the cash register bored, playing a new game, face, face, clothes one by one can be changed I think of it like that can be changed, but such a game, in fact, who hates the ugly their own face at the thought of the perfect face will be exchanged, the world's women will be tilted, right. Laughing while thinking about it ......

The sudden roar gave me palpitations, but I figured there wouldn't be any customers in this weather, so I let the cosmetologists leave work early, and they were happily clean in a few minutes, and I was the only one left in the expansive salon.

The thunder was getting louder and louder, and as I closed my computer and was about to go back in, a little girl opened the door and walked in.

"Closed." I said faintly.

"But I want a headshot, and I'm getting married tomorrow." She looked at me lightly.

I suddenly moved sideways, especially when I saw her white face, I couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

"So. Please follow me." I smiled as I walked her through the salon and closed the lock on the front door. Changing into my snow-white work clothes, I smiled at the girl lying on the bed in the salon and gently massaged her face.

"You're so beautiful to look at." I praised from the bottom of my heart.

"Thanks." She lifted the corners of her mouth slightly to express her joy at being praised.

"Why don't you let your family spend time with you?" I asked unintentionally.

"An orphan." She replied in a small voice.

"That's pathetic ......" Despite my sympathy, I remember a strange excitement.

"Didn't your boyfriend drop you off or when is he coming to pick you up?" I asked worriedly.

"I didn't know I was coming, he was too busy to ask me to pick him up, I'll be back in a little while, it's okay." . I can't say it anymore because I'm wearing a face mask.

Although the excitement of the hands are shaking, but after wrapping gently pressed the bed, want to say where to go to move the corners of the mouth. I simply said to her, "We have recently made a new device here that can replenish your face when you apply the mask, now I'll push you to do it.

The girl nodded, then said nothing.

I pushed the beauty bed into the chamber, which was a little cool and smelled funny. But I like it. I like the weird smell of blood.

She seemed to sense something and suddenly wanted to get up, but l gave her a little push and her hands and feet were soon tied to the beauty bed. Then l laughed and smiled and stroked her face and said. "After that, my stomach started to rumble. I'm really hungry and my hands and feet need to go fast.

I gently wiped her mask, her big beautiful eyes looked this way in panic. I patted her face and smiled, ''don't worry, I'm very light, after I finished I picked up a sharp scalpel and slowly placed it on her face and then cut her face little by little, strange, I couldn't help but stop my hand because there was no blood, my knife was inserted in her face and she actually didn't bleed.

"Are you surprised? I said hastily.

"Yeah! There's no blood?" she laughed, and the knife stabbed her in the face, and she actually laughed again so charmingly that I lost my tongue, and a fear entered my heart, and then quickly took root.

"You want it ......" "She worked suddenly, pulling hard at her face, and a sheet of skin tore off, revealing red rolls of flesh and two pairs of eyes with black holes open.

"Yes ......" she held out her hands and handed them to me cheekily.

"Yeah ......" "Let out a mournful cry and tremble.

Don't you need it? "The little girl retracted her hand, her eyes snapping to her eyes. Unable to stop herself, she let out a groan and stormed out of the chamber. She was greeted by dozens of guns. I waved my hand to call for help, but forgot that I was holding a scalpel in my hand ...... "A gunshot rang out, and I collapsed to the floor with my whole body convulsing violently, the smell of good blood rushing up my throat.

Afterward, four or five girls surrounded me, sneering. They were single girls who had come to my salon and used to be pretty, but that face was already in my stomach. A smile filled my fading cold face.