When Frank woke, his face was partially glued to his soup bowl, with the remnants of soup covering his face. Stretching his arms out, and yawning, he stood up, taking a look around.
The house was filthy.
It looked absolutely awful.
Hadn't he told Lucinda to clean up the night before?
He was sure he had.
On that note, where was Lucinda?
Oh, no.
"Lucinda?" He tentatively said.
No answer.
"LUCINDA?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled. He ran upstairs to her room.
No one there. Her closet was empty, and the room was clean, and had an air of emptyness to it.
Nononononononononononononono
No, please
Please don't be gone, please don't be gone, please don't be gone.......
But it was no use.
Lucinda, his bride, his wife, his LOVE...
Was gone.
Frank would find her. He would find her for sure.
He would travel across the world if he had to.
And this time, he wouldn't ever let her leave. He'd lock her up, and force her to stay with him every second of the day. during work, he'd lock her in the basement.
When Frank found her, she'd stay with him forever.
SHE.
WOULD.
NEVER.
LEAVE.
AGAIN.
YOU ARE READING
The Female Frankenstein
HorrorFrank Everwright has never been good with the ladies. All he wants is a wife of his own. But when no "normal" woman wants him, he decides to make his own.
