To Cynthia's surprise, her sister's detached head was still sitting on the counter where she left it earlier in the day. She bit her lip as she trapped herself in a current of inappropriate thoughts. She walked over to it, picking up the disembodied cranium by the hair.
Cynthia turned it over in her hands. Her sister's lifeless eyes stared back. Knowing how attractive everyone thought she was, Cynthia figured now was the perfect opportunity to get the same level of attention.
"...She won't mind if I borrow this, now would she...?"
(Made with AI, touched up using photo editing software)