A/N: This is the K-Rated sequel to "Mercy & The Damned". There will be a separate, M-rated sequel by a different name.
Chapter 1:
"It is both extraordinary and exquisite, how much agony the humanoid form can be made to feel."
She was conscious and yet unresponsive, unable to move and barely able to breathe from pain, as he 'strung-her-up' in the aftermath.
Her eyes shifted to the steadily growing puddle on the floor, which was staining the hem of his pants, the capillary action causing it to trace patterns upwards from the point of contact. "Frankenstein…I'm sorry. This blood is filthy, so please be careful that you do not get it all over you."
It was not simply a poetic sentiment—it was a literal filth.
He nodded, taking several steps backwards.
Edian's lips lightly parted. With the removal of her voice box, all further exclamations of pain were relegated to dry, guttural, raspy pants, and the oddest, croaking or creaking noises, as if perpetually winded. She might have been winded, likewise, from the extraordinary pain.
Frankenstein watched, with narrowly concealed amusement, and in the heights of arousal.
His perception of the world altered itself, the perceived colors growing murky about him.
Rosaria pushed herself to her feet, and into a pair of fuzzy pink slippers (courtesy of Frankenstein), completely oblivious to Frankenstein's guilt and internal struggle.
She strode past the mantle-easily bypassing the leather, and without even sparing it a second-glance.
