Medusa's POV
I couldn't get Dr. Franken off my mind as I braided my hair this morning. I tried to stop the thoughts, but I couldn't. I wanted an intimate meeting with Dr. Frankenstein. I wanted to feel the touch of a man again. I longed for it, and I knew that he was the one to seduce.
The day was Saturday, and I had woken up with a feeling of emptiness. I'd wanted Stein from the minute I'd laid eyes on him. Yearning to touch his stitched cheek. Wanting to know what kind of scars he had produced under his loose-fitting lab coat. I needed to feel every waking inch of his pale-skinned body.