Red Hair Dye [Fox Tales #10]

Rachel fluffed her hair. Every strand was now clad in shining crimson red. Damn good work. Her appearance shifted in the bathroom mirror as she tilted her head this way and that, searching for the perfect angle. Admiring herself with a sideways glance she ran cold water over her reddened hands. It may have been the dye or the last remnants of blood—it didn’t matter. Rachel had stabbed him in the back with precise strokes just like all the other victims. Death had become another routine. It was a small thrill, sure, but more an itch that had to be scratched. Each victim was cut up and stored in the deep freeze refrigerators that lined her basement walls. She smirked in the mirror thinking of the latest suckers head she had placed in the special upstairs mini-fridge for her viewing pleasure.

This is my entry for Fox Tales Week #10.

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