The woman, terrified, wanted to distance herself from the man, but he grabbed her and pinned her down, roaring loudly at her: "You can't leave. Wait until I finish the painting. I can pay you all my assets, the estate on Olympus, all my property can be yours!"
"Get lost, damn it, I don't want your money!"
The stench of slime dripped from the man's mask, and the model could almost imagine his manic expression, her heart completely consumed by fear. She slapped Purier hard, exploding with power to knock the man to the ground. This was when the door was smashed open from outside, and Fishmen holding sharp weapons walked in.
The model hadn't run far before those frenzied Fishmen caught her, emitting a series of wails. The rise and fall of the weapons scattered fresh red flesh, and Purier, witnessing something akin to a perfect scene, crawled before the canvas and knelt down, murmuring:
"Yes, yes, that's it. I know what's missing—only the painful expression has yet to be painted..."
