Painted

She gasps for infinity, always raking in air. She holds her fist to her breast in horror. Her eyes pierce into her assailant, but only out of fear. Her skirt swiftly frozen in an erratic pattern. She is a picture of terror as her curls fly around her head in disarray. Her dress is frilly in fourteenth century glamor and low cut for full cleavage.  She has ribbons in her hair frozen in swift fluttering in the same golden color as the trimming on her dress. She is in a room of exotic furnishings and molten light fixtures, Egyptian benches held by a sphinx, asian silk pillows, elaborate curtains hanging over vast windows viewing a garden and a labyrinth. Paintings and sculptures litter the room. even a fireplace is lit behind a grate of twisted iron. It casts an odd shadow on the young woman's face.
Her other hand is holding an envelope knife; she holds is out and you can almost see it trembling. In the foreground a man is opening the door. He looks relaxed, like the Devil.