Making Monsters by Kassanna

gift from God.” A wide smile
slowly blossomed on her lips. “To have a little piece of you on the man I created will make him
perfect.”
“But it wouldn’t be me.” His vocal cords burned from use.
     
“Close enough. With your head I can pretend, and with your brain … well, even a monkey
can be trained.”
     
He snorted.
    “Think what you like. It doesn’t really matter anymore. I have the m
ayor and police chief
thinking you’re public enemy number one. I’ve had my boys leave clues about your involvement
in a body part ring. Actually, I made you the leader. I thought that was actually more apropos.
You’ll disappear.” She cackled. “Get it; you’ll be around thanks to this, baby.” She pounded on
the arm rest with a fist. “And the little drug concoction I created.”
“What drug?”
“Oh a little of this and a dose of that; too much can kill you. I gave you less than a quarter of
the syringe, and you’ve been out for almost three hours.”
     
“It won’t work.”
    “But it will, honey. It will. I took only the best parts from specific men. These men were
handpicked by me, because after much thought and effort, I finally figured out a combination of
pieces that would work as long as I had your head—or at least the equivalent.” Victoria
shrugged. “And if the men weren’t sick, I just gave them a shot. It’s amazing how accepting
someone becomes when you tell them it’s a flu shot.”
“You have lost your fucking mind.” His voice drifted in and out, taking some of the venom
from his words.
    “You say that now, but after tonight it won’t matter.” She rose from her seat and strutted to
him. Trailing her fingers along his thighs, she stopped to cup his limp member. “You will be my
walking, talking puppet. My own personal, custom built lover and I intend to use you like I paid
for you.” She squeezed his cock
Paul strained against his restraints. The rails quaked, and the nylon straps tightened with
every tug.
    “Hmm, I thought
my fondling you would give you an erection. I should note that the drugs
affect the libido, too.” She ran her hand along his shaft to his nuts and back. “Somehow I thought
you were bigger.” She sighed. “It’s a good thing I had the forethought to have a back-up penis.
You girlfriend’s friend … I can’t remember her name. But her husband was huge.” Victoria
rambled on. “With his cock, I’m positive you will give me hours of pleasure. Oh yeah, one more
thing.” She met Paul’s gaze. “Do you eat pussy, or will I have to teach you?”
“Malia was right. You are fucking cracked.”
    “Tsk, tsk Paul. After everything I’ve gone through to ensure we’re together you should be
more appreciative.” Victoria moved to a tray and picked up a syringe. “You just need to sleep a
littlelonger, and then when you wake up you’ll be good as new.”
    He watched her pull back the plunger, and a clear liquid rushed into the vial. She held up the
mechanism, and then tapped the tube with her nails to clear the air bubbles. With a sunny smile
on her face she approached him. Cool fingertips prodded his arm, and he fought to the point that
he was sure the clacking he heard was the bed coming off the floor.
“Ivan,” she called out.
     
Her thug appeared out of nowhere.
     
“Hold him down.” Victoria sounded frustrated.
    “I swear, Victoria, I will kill you. I don’t care what form you try and put me in you twisted
bitch. I will fucking—watch—you—die!” Paul screamed as the man appeared above him and
pressed him into the mattress.
She tapped the junction of the inside of his elbow and stabbed the needle into his arm. His
veins burned, followed by a coolness that seeped into his limbs. His eyes began to droop.
     
“Don’t worry, baby. Just a little longer. I want you alive and well aware of what I do to you
… up until I take your beautiful head.” She combed her fingers through his hair.

Chapter Nine
    Malia focused on