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Boot Camp: Day 4
Apr. 6th, 2011 08:15 am(Day 3 was a day of rest)
Day 4: Female Frankenstein Monster, Frightened, Joint of meat
She didn't have a name yet. She had lots of options, but they were all from before, and nothing could clear the jumble in her head. And the Master hadn't given her a name yet, so she felt very confused. It was all still such a confusing mess.
She leaned against hte wall, her fat arm... I guess that was her right arm, touching the woodwork along the wall. She didn't stray from the walls much, as her balance was still unsure. Part of it was the aftereffects of the process that reanimated her, but part of it was that her legs didn't match -- one was shorter than the other. The Mistress claimed she could get some shoes made that would fix this problem, but that hadn't happened yet.
She turned the corner into a room filled with smells and stopped in her tracks A steaming piece of meat, bone sticking out at both ends, sat there on the counter, glistening. Somehow this took her back to half remembered images from her construction. This piece of meat looked so much like something used to create her. It was so abhorrent to her that she couldn't help it. She screamed. Then she collapsed.
In falling she tore her shift. As she looked down she saw something the Master had kept from her. Each breast was a different size and color, one dark as chocolate, the other pale and freckled. The space below her bosom was another color, and she sat in horror at the patchwork of skin tones that was her body.
She got up as she heard feet running and tried to retie the top of her shift. The first one to arrive was the Master.
He said, "What's wrong?"
She sobbed a bit, then said, "The piece of something on the counter. Is that a part of me?"
The Master looked around the corner.
"No, my creation, that's just a joint of beef for tonight's supper. It has nothing to do with you."
She fought back the sobs and said, "Sorry, master. It's all so confusing. It's all so new."
"Don't worry, it'll all come clear soon."
She nodded, then realized what she had to do. She could never be beautiful, what with all these different parts sewn together. So she'd have to be cunning instead And this meant plans. And the Master and Mistress would have to die.
Day 4: Female Frankenstein Monster, Frightened, Joint of meat
She didn't have a name yet. She had lots of options, but they were all from before, and nothing could clear the jumble in her head. And the Master hadn't given her a name yet, so she felt very confused. It was all still such a confusing mess.
She leaned against hte wall, her fat arm... I guess that was her right arm, touching the woodwork along the wall. She didn't stray from the walls much, as her balance was still unsure. Part of it was the aftereffects of the process that reanimated her, but part of it was that her legs didn't match -- one was shorter than the other. The Mistress claimed she could get some shoes made that would fix this problem, but that hadn't happened yet.
She turned the corner into a room filled with smells and stopped in her tracks A steaming piece of meat, bone sticking out at both ends, sat there on the counter, glistening. Somehow this took her back to half remembered images from her construction. This piece of meat looked so much like something used to create her. It was so abhorrent to her that she couldn't help it. She screamed. Then she collapsed.
In falling she tore her shift. As she looked down she saw something the Master had kept from her. Each breast was a different size and color, one dark as chocolate, the other pale and freckled. The space below her bosom was another color, and she sat in horror at the patchwork of skin tones that was her body.
She got up as she heard feet running and tried to retie the top of her shift. The first one to arrive was the Master.
He said, "What's wrong?"
She sobbed a bit, then said, "The piece of something on the counter. Is that a part of me?"
The Master looked around the corner.
"No, my creation, that's just a joint of beef for tonight's supper. It has nothing to do with you."
She fought back the sobs and said, "Sorry, master. It's all so confusing. It's all so new."
"Don't worry, it'll all come clear soon."
She nodded, then realized what she had to do. She could never be beautiful, what with all these different parts sewn together. So she'd have to be cunning instead And this meant plans. And the Master and Mistress would have to die.
