AngelicPretty

A tiny lady stands in the center of the stage, the perfect woman in miniature, her copper hair bouncing in elegant curls. She is surrounded on all sides by a maimed & mutilated stuffed animals, decapitated fashion dolls, & eviscerated wooden figures. It is a strangely ghastly tableau: the disemboweled toys ooze fiberfill, batting, & sawdust from their gaping wounds. In one dainty hand she clutches a shard of glass, & in the other she nimbly twirls a razor blade. Her face is twisted in a grimace of mad ferocity, and she hisses as she brandishes her makeshift weapons at you. “Play with me?” she growls.