The stairs creaked and groaned and writhed as you walked down them.
They should be used to your pacing by now, it had been months since they were constructed.
You hunted abroad for the perfect materials, had them carefully brought here.
Each piece potentially worth over $45 million and so easily available.
They won't even be missed until they're long gone.
You felt glad that they no longer screamed though the creaking was irritating.
Then again, ribs can only take so much weight before they just break.
The rest of the house was getting just as bad but at least you remembered to keep them alive.
It was awful when they died - the mess, the stench - unbearable even to you.
Through trial and error you found the best solution was to keep them barely living.
So little mess, so little noise and so little smell.
They just needed a quick hose-down once a week.
You congratulated yourself on making such great decisions.
Still, replacing them proved to be a nuisance, people were starting to catch on in places.
Certain countries were sharper, cared more for their missing - it couldn't be helped.
Likewise with the stairs (for the time being) at least three steps were unusable already.
The lower ones had the most use, they were very much dead and starting to swell.
You knew what would happen soon after - the release of fluid and the stench of rot.
Fortunately for you, an associate in the disposal business agreed to take care of them.
All he asked for in return was a fresh one every now-and-then.
You never asked what he did with them, only that if he keep his mouth shut if he got caught.
Nobody needed the authorities at their door, especially not with such delicate furnishings.
It honestly wouldn't surprise you if he was found, the man was hardly inconspicuous after all.
In such instances, a spare home was necessary sadly without the lovely furniture you had here.
The top stair screamed as their ribs finally snapped - time for another shopping trip.
They should be used to your pacing by now, it had been months since they were constructed.
You hunted abroad for the perfect materials, had them carefully brought here.
Each piece potentially worth over $45 million and so easily available.
They won't even be missed until they're long gone.
You felt glad that they no longer screamed though the creaking was irritating.
Then again, ribs can only take so much weight before they just break.
The rest of the house was getting just as bad but at least you remembered to keep them alive.
It was awful when they died - the mess, the stench - unbearable even to you.
Through trial and error you found the best solution was to keep them barely living.
So little mess, so little noise and so little smell.
They just needed a quick hose-down once a week.
You congratulated yourself on making such great decisions.
Still, replacing them proved to be a nuisance, people were starting to catch on in places.
Certain countries were sharper, cared more for their missing - it couldn't be helped.
Likewise with the stairs (for the time being) at least three steps were unusable already.
The lower ones had the most use, they were very much dead and starting to swell.
You knew what would happen soon after - the release of fluid and the stench of rot.
Fortunately for you, an associate in the disposal business agreed to take care of them.
All he asked for in return was a fresh one every now-and-then.
You never asked what he did with them, only that if he keep his mouth shut if he got caught.
Nobody needed the authorities at their door, especially not with such delicate furnishings.
It honestly wouldn't surprise you if he was found, the man was hardly inconspicuous after all.
In such instances, a spare home was necessary sadly without the lovely furniture you had here.
The top stair screamed as their ribs finally snapped - time for another shopping trip.
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