“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. And turned the key again.
He smiled—a shy, terrible thing—and pressed the shutter. Click. The flash bleached her face to bone. 1965 the collector
Here’s a short piece inspired by The Collector (1965 film adaptation of John Fowles’s novel), capturing its eerie tone and psychological tension. The Specimen Drawer “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said
She didn’t answer. He liked that less than the screaming. Silence meant she was planning—or dying. Either way, it spoiled the display. “I’ll be the judge of that