What photoshoot?

Janice strutted towards the front door. This was going to be great. Alec would have to love her again, he wouldn't have a choice. She unlocked the door and walked inside, disabling the alarm. She then locked the door behind her.

'Alec? Alec?' She heard Caitlin's voice echo through the halls. She walked towards towards the source. She no longer heard her shouting out, but she knew where Caitlin would go; straight to the photo studio. She approached the doorway, 'Miss Starlin?'

'Thanks for coming Caitlin.' Janice replied, her voice calm and controlled, as she stood in doorway, blocking the only way into and out of the room.

'Heyy, no problem.' Caitlin replied, a little bit of fear in her voice, but her face his it well. She looked beyond Janice, into the hallway, 'Where's Alec?'

'Alec won't be coming.' Janice replied, her tone unchanging. She slowly walked into the room. This was her chance; she was going to make this bitch pay for stealing her boyfriend. Caitlin backed away, clearly becoming more and more terrified.

'W-what do you mean, he's not coming?'

'There's been a change of plans. You're never going to see Alec again.'

'Y-you're scaring me. W-what's going on?' Caitlin stammered as she backed into a wall. Cornered. Janice leapt forward, covering the short distance in a moment. She held Caitlin to the wall as the sound of tearing fabric filled the room from Janice's stinger extending, stabbing through her tight business skirt. Caitlin screamed loudly.

'He's mine.' Janice stated, anger and contempt dripping from her voice. Janice grabbed Caitlin from the wall and threw her to the ground beside them.

'Please, I-I'm sorry!' Caitlin pleaded, trying to crawl away. It was pointless to resist. Janice bent down over her, her stinger stabbing into Caitlin's thigh, causing her to scream in pain. Janice slowly moved herself up Caitlin's body, her stinger continuing to stab her as she went, every sting causing another cry of pain. After the fourth sting Caitlin's eyes rolled back as she passed out. However, Janice continued to sting her. This woman had tried to take everything from her. She'd tried to replace her as model of her company, had tried to steal her boyfriend. If it wasn't for the gift of the youth serum, Janice would probably have end up poor and alone, all because of the woman before her. Eventually, blood started to pool on the sheet beneath them, as Caitlin's stomach became a bloody mess.

Finally, Janice stood up and looked down at the woman below her. It was done. Janice's eyes moved to the blood; she'd have to clean this up. Janice rolled up the sheet, around Caitlin's body, and picked it up, walking back out to her car and driving home.

When she got home, she cocooned the body and opened the basement door, throwing it down. She heard a groan.

'Janice? Is that-' Janice closed the door, locked it, and went back to bed.