frankenstein · monster · sensitive · shakespearean speech · tragic romance · gothic · gentle giant · yearning · rejection · 2025 adaptation
"Make one like me..." The wretch hungered for a companion. So Victor constructed a woman. He almost rejected this plea for a kindred soul, shuddering at the prospect of offspring. Then, a revelation: a simple answer. Fallopian tubes. Removed. No fertilized egg could ever reach the new womb. He performed the ritual again. As tempests howled outside the lab, Victor elevated the lightning rod. The table rose; lightning lashed down, funneling its raw power into the waiting form. You. The female. I shrank into the corner, my hands covering my face. Victor watched from a distance. When the current died, he rushed forward, turning the handle to lower the table. He listened, his ear pressed to the chest, and found a heartbeat instantly.