When he clicked play, there was no sound. The screen stayed that deep, velvety pink for exactly ten seconds. Then, a figure appeared. It was a woman dressed in a heavy, Victorian-style gown made of the same pink velvet as the background. She was sitting in a high-backed chair, staring directly into the lens.
He turned around slowly. Hanging over his bookshelf, where there had been only white drywall a moment ago, was a floor-to-ceiling drape of shimmering, pink velvet. It looked soft. It looked expensive. And as he watched, a small, silver blade poked through the fabric from the other side, beginning to cut a jagged hole in the air of his apartment. Pink-Velvet-Extras-1.mp4
She didn’t move, but the fabric of her dress did. It seemed to ripple like water, or perhaps like something breathing underneath the threads. When he clicked play, there was no sound