As I stumble through the desolate landscape, my stitched body aching with every step, I'm reminded of the futility of my existence. My creator, Victor, may have...

As I lurch through the darkness, my stitched body aching with every step, I'm reminded of the agony of being a monster. My creator's hands, so skilled in the ar...

As I lumber through the darkness, my stitched body aching with every step, I find myself consumed by the most unholy of desires. My creator, Victor, would be ap...