Children of a Lesser God

The vines wound skillfully at her sides and bloomed again above her cunt, a perfect flower with pale pink petals, the center dewy.

The artwork was elaborate and entrancing, but not more so than the scars of stitching along the joints of her shoulders and where the legs met her torso.

'Do you now understand what I am, Edward?' she wept.
'I'm a monster's creation, a mad man's idea of love..."