Slipper of a Girl: Flash Fiction - Horror

The slim slipper of a girl sidled up next to him. He ran his eyes up and down her, imagining the lacings of her gown tightened, threaded, and unthreaded. For what was the use of lacings that weren't laced tightly and double-knotted or tied in a bow? Loose ties would not help a shoe stay on. She didn't understand. He smiled, and his tongue flapped words that he paid no attention to, as she spoke to him, and he responded. They were soul mates. He knew it the instant he saw that slim slipper of a girl. She would understand. So late that night he followed her from the store where he saw her. When she paused to admire the form of a tall, elegant boot in a shop's window, he hesitated, having doubts. The boot was not at all what he wanted from her. But she passed it with a sigh and a wistful shake of her head, which showed him that she was indeed what he wanted. And that night as she lay sleeping, her laces hanging loose from her dress, discarded over a chair, he slipped into her room. Unlaced, anyone could slide into such a slipper of a girl. He held her pillow over her face until the twitching stopped. And then he took his tools and made that slim slipper of a girl into her essence. He sighed when the slippers were finished. So much like her. Anyone could slip into them and walk away.