I drove home with the windows open, hearing the wind rush past me and I smiled. Here he was doing something that he didn’t want to do because he believed I had authority. I knew then that I did in fact have some control over the Prince. He nodded but I could see panic in his features. It’s important not to draw too much attention to ourselves.’ ‘I should think not, this is private property.’ I took off my gloves, wiped the sweat from my forehead. The ennui was unbearable.’ The Prince rolled his eyes. I glanced over at him now, slumped on the stool, shaving off layers of skin from the donor’s foot with a scalpel as though peeling an apple. Too often in the making of my creature I’d been clumsy and haphazard, desperate to see the final product and escape from the Princes’ awful cellar. Under strict concentration, hours of labour can pass like minutes and before I knew it I’d administered the final stitches. Not laughing would’ve been unwise.Ĭarefully, I placed the heart inside my monster’s empty space. I could see then how he pictured himself, some kind of medical professional and intellectual genius working away in his faux surgical mask. ‘Let the obituary read that she was kind and warm-hearted.’ I was overcome with inspiration and experienced something almost like a spiritual transcendence before the Prince brought me sharply back to reality: It pulsed in my hand as though it were its own singular being and a brief moment I nearly laughed in excitement, my own heartbeat increasing in anticipation, the two of us beating in unison. I lifted her heart from its chest cavity. ![]() The circulatory system was one of the trickiest parts of this, each vein and artery intricate in their connection. My monster lay on a parallel gurney, its chest cracked open, waiting to be assembled. I could see it working, pumping blood to her quickly failing organs. From the way he was smiling it was clear that he thought we were brethren and, as much as that concept repulsed me, it was useful to allow him to live under such delusions. He was indulging me by even allowing me into this hellscape he’d created. I presumed the Prince hadn’t used any anaesthetic during the removal of her feet. She was unconscious, which was something. Open-heart surgery is complicated enough without the patient bleeding out or going into shock. ![]() His lack of restraint was often painful to me. My assistant was nicknamed ‘Prince Charming’ by the media as they didn’t know his real name and recognised only in the corpses left behind that he seemed to have an affinity for stealing shoes and the extremities within them. I’d asked my assistant to keep her alive for me and it seems he couldn’t even manage even that simple task. 5”5, BMI above average, no history of blood disease, age twenty-five, a smoker (regrettably), with a few major injuries including the loss of both feet and (currently) an open rib-cage.
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