A dark caption.

Wilbur stood there posed as the camera on her phone took the pic. He had opened a window and a draft of air was hitting her former dress just right, blowing it dramatically and sexily as the pic was taken.

He then took his hand off of that shapely hip and walked slowly over to the camera, careful in his heels, and took the phone in a gloved hand. He looked at the photo and smiled, seeing that it was exactly how he wanted it. He especially loved how thin and sexy he looked, and he was deeply amused by the stitches around his neck, crude but effective at helping hold his head onto her neck.

She had been too bold coming down here. She was an influencer of sorts, one of those ones that takes pictures with a fashion angle to it, but her gimmick was that she did it in places that no one else would want to do a shoot in. She seemed to brave the dark and unknown to take fashionista shots that others were either too cautious or too smart to go to.

This allowed her to have nearly five million followers but with her fame was the risk that came with one day something happening to her, be it an accident or something less random. In this case, she wandered into a closed-down hospital that had found new life performing a much dark brand of surgical technique, and he was just in time to be part of the latest experiment...