What were the chances of us making love that night?
“I beg your pardon,” exclaimed Professor Frankenstein as his prodigy spoke its first words. “Did I mishear?”
His creation was humming away as the current rippled through him.
“Something in your eyes was so inviting. Something in your smile was so exciting…”
The professor was absolutely flabbergasted.
“What on earth are you saying, man? I mean…creature.”
At that point its eyes opened and Frankenstein saw them for the first time. Well, that was since he had taken them out of a young woman who had been hanged for stealing a needle.
She had been quite a pretty thing, lovely arms, gorgeous legs, and a lovely set of eyes.
These eyes were staring up at him now, as if from beyond the grave.
“I shall be your creature if you truly want me to be,” the creation oozed.