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Today another man just left my house, running in terror with his shirt off.
I pick them out in the gym, looking at their sculpted bodies.
I invite them to pose for sketches in my private studio.
Some gladly accept, until they see the stone base with shackles and chains.
Then they burst into panic, fleeing before I can explain my artistic vision.
Sighing, I look at the pile of dissected limbs and torsos I have collected.
A perfect David, made of perfect parts.
I just need to find the ideal head to complete my macabre masterpiece.
The next bodybuilder could well be the lucky model.