BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october tenth

FRANKENSTEIN (IF LOOKS COULD KILL)

this might be insane... sorry :)

Chris' POV

"Please, please baby." I cried, my whines muffled by the rough material shoved between my lips. My whole body felt like it was on fire, I was shocked with hundreds of wats of voltage, enough to kill a man, but I was no ordinary man. "I can't... Take anymore." I sobbed. "Shh, shh, Christopher, there's no reason to cry." The woman in front of me, a beautiful, scary, and undeniably intelligent scientist, wiped away at my tears gingerly. "I'm not done yet, but I will be soon." She promised. She left my side and I struggled against the restraints on my wrists and my legs. "No, no!" I shouted as she pulled the lever. My back arched off the burnt wood. My shouts echoing around the room. With a crack, the lever is pulled back into place. Y/n removes the goggles from her head and writes something down in a notebook. "It's like your body is being electrically charged and I'm not sure how." She ponders out loud, that insane look in her eye that I loved. I'd do anything in my power to answer all her questions, but I'm so exhausted. "Y/n! Baby!" I shouted, muffled by the bit in my mouth. Y/n sighs and tugs the scrap away. "What Christopher?"

"I just need a break for the night. Please, I'm too tired baby, I sweat tomorrow I'll go on for longer. Just a break for tonight." Y/n ponders over it deeply, before letting out a deep sigh. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then." Y/n collected her belongings. "Wait, you're leaving me here?"

Y/n nods, shutting down the equipment around us. "Yes Christopher. I can't have an electrically charged man running about, can I?" She turns to look at me. "My beautiful, beautiful creation." She runs her fingers across the stitched in my arms. I wince in pain. A spark, sending shivers through my body as she touched me. She pulls back immediately. "I'll be back first thing in the morning." With another lingering glance, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room. I feel my burning, aching shoulders relax into the wood under me.

I did everything for than woman, everything. She lured me down here, promising me eternal love and all I've gotten in pain and torture? Is this what love really is about? All that I give her is never enough to please her. Everyday I feel as if another woman is in my life. Today, I was pleased to notice she was in a better mood. But what had she been doing up there without me? Was she was other men? Sharing the most special and intimate moments knowing I would do it all for her. No questions asked. It enraged me. 

She always wants more, and more, and more from me. I fear some day I'll be forgotten, that once I've been used up she'll no longer want me. I'm literally right here, and she's up there doing God knows what. Even just when she looks at me, it's like I've been zapped with a much more powerful amount of voltage than she has in this machine. I needed her more than I needed air to breath, and lately, it's felt almost as though I didn't need it. The more she zapped me just to the edge of life, I could feel my body growing weaker. Y/n explained that she connected the bolts in my neck to my spinal chord, so every time she zapped me, it sent a shock to my brain and recharged me for a bit, until the electrical charge died down, and I needed to be zapped again. 

From the mumbles I've over heard her say while writing down notes and working on me, she's trying to zap me enough to where I could be stronger than any man, move quicker than any man, and be able to live forever. It was a beautiful dream, but the human side in me that was still there, was tired. So fucking tired.

I groaned in pain, feeling the ache in my shoulders begin to burn. I slam my head back against the wood repetitively, hoping that it'll snap and I'll be free somehow. I stopped before it started hurting too much, knowing if I snapped the wood I'd be in a lot of trouble with the misses. I feel the tears burn behind my tired eyes, they fall down my cheeks slowly. I hardly ever cried around Y/n. She'd zap me for longer, adjust the voltage, adjust the bolts, and send it again, and again, and again. 

Why wasn't human Chris enough for her love? I wasn't broken, but I felt broken now. I felt the tears slide all the way down my neck. It was sudden when my whole body started buzzing and I started trashing around. My cuffs couldn't contain the trashing, and I broke free of them. I yanked each limb of mine free, my discolored stitches stinging in irritation. She had to tear my limbs off one by one, fingers, toes, arms, legs, even cut into my cheek once, just to get a better understanding of my body and the intricacies. I shook out my tired limbs before limping over to the door. I wonder how much time has passed between the time that Y/n left and now. I make my way up the stairs. I was thankful she turned the lights off in the dungeon every night, I've grown accustomed to seeing in the dark and easily made my way through her house. I opened a few doors, trying to find her bedroom. When I do, I smile, glad I find her alone in her bed. She's wearing a pretty, lacy, red and white slip dress. I admired her for a moment before lurching forward and tugging her right out of bed. Y/n screams and struggles, but I bring her down the stairs. "No!' She struggles against my grip. "It's alright misses, we're gonna be together... Forever now." I hushed her the same way she always does with me. I drag her down the stairs gently and into the basement. "You don't know what you're doing! Put me down Christopher and we can talk about this!"

"Oh no misses, we're gonna be together forever now. Just you and me."

"Please don't." Y/n sobs tiredly as I lay her down against the wooden bed. "Hush, don't cry, there's no reason for tears." She struggles, but I eventually shackler her down onto the bed. "Chris please, I promise I'll be nicer to you baby, I swear I'll go easy on you."

"Don't you worry that pretty little mind of yours miss, It's gonna be okay. You promised me it'd be okay, I'm promising you now." I walked over to the machine I've watched her turn on millions of times. "You're so smart Y/n." I admired the machine she literally created just for me. She did this all for me. I smiled, pressing down on the big red button. Y/n's wooden bed is raised a few feet in the air. I connect all of the wires to it, pressing a few buttons like I've seen her do countless times. "Please Christopher! I'm so sorry!"

"There's nothing to be sorry for miss." I said walking over to the lever. "You did nothing wrong." I shook my head. "We can be together now." Everything I ever did was for her. Buying her roses, meeting each other's family, showing her the deepest and most kept secret parts of myself and she took advantage of that. I pull back the lever and the room erupts in light as the electricity sends shock throughout her. I full the lever back after a few seconds. "How was that? Fun huh? That's what I went through every fucking day!" I walked over as the wooden board fell down a few feet. I ran my finger down her cheek. Her eyes are closed, hair a staticky mess. "I think it's time for me to figure out how your turned me into a monster. I'll be back tomorrow." I left her laying there, half dead while I went upstairs to read the notes she's written since she's started this whole project. I'll never be the true monster here. 

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words: 1396
written: august 28, 29

this is terrible and i hate it XOXO