Unknown’s POV

The basement was quiet again. The fluorescent light above was steady now, no flicker this time, a small victory.

I stood over her still body, studying her face like it was a prized painting. The rise and fall of her chest, or her breasts, if you like. They looked fuller in this dress.

I wondered what bra she had on tonight. Was it the peach one? No, I think it was the black push-up one. I always loved it when she wore that one. It made her already big breasts look even ...