This is the last chapter I'm posting tonight, so enjoy! I might have more technical difficulties in the future, but hopefully not…
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Chapter Ten: Creature Of The Night?
While the McKinleys were plotting their plan, Jane was off doing something very predictable. Well, for her mother, anyway.
Rocky continued to stare at Jane, a look of amazement in his eyes. Jane was a little unnerved by this, and backed away from the bed.
"I, uh, I'm…sorry I scared you," said Jane.
Rocky nodded, and patted the bed, pantomiming for her to sit.
Jane sat on the bed reluctantly, wishing that this terrible, bizarre night would just come to an end. She looked down and saw that Rocky's foot was chained to the floor.
Jane pointed to the chain and asked "What does he do to you?" Rocky just stared at her, his eyes big with wonder.
Jane sighed. "God, why did I even ask? Of course I know what he does to you. Same thing he tried to do with me."
It was silent for a long time.
"Did you let him?"
Jane looked around frantically, trying to find where the voice had come from. Then she looked at Rocky in amazement.
"Did you just talk?" she asked.
Rocky looked down shyly. "Yes, but the master doesn't know. He likes to keep his playmates dumb and mute so they don't appear smarter than he is, I think. I guess there was some kind of mix-up in my creation process, but I'm the only experiment here that can talk."
"Wow," said Jane. "Doesn't it annoy you to have to grunt all day to get what you want?"
Rocky smiled. "You didn't answer my question."
"What was your question?" asked Jane.
"Did you let him have his way with you?"
"No," said Jane, smiling slightly. "Just kicked him in a very unpleasant spot and ran."
Rocky smiled sadly. "You're more brave than I ever will be."
Jane looked down, suddenly shy. "So, um," she said. "Frank's never heard you talk?"
"Only the night I was created," said Rocky. "He must have whipped Riff-Raff for months for 'ruining his experiment'. Apparently I was born babbling something about the Sword of Damocles. Weird, huh? I guess Frank just thinks I grew out of the talking."
Jane suddenly remembered something.
"Um, Rocky?" asked Jane.
"Yeah?" said Rocky.
"Have you ever met anyone named Janet Weiss or Brad Majors?"
Rocky's spray-tanned body paled. "I can't tell you about that."
Jane gasped. "So you DO know them! I KNEW IT! I KNEW that box had something to do with this weird castle!"
Rocky shushed her frantically. "Don't shout! The master might hear you!"
All of a sudden, the sound of stilettos could be heard from nearby.
"Just go along with this and trust me, I'll explain later about everything," whispered Rocky, panicked.
All of a sudden, Rocky pushed his lips aggressively against Jane's and pulled her body into a tight embrace. The curtain separating the bedroom from the lab flew open, and a shocked Frank N. Furter stood staring at his creation and what he thought was a prudish and chaste Denton girl.
"Rocky!" screamed Frank.
Rocky gave a defiant look at Frank.
"Dr. Furter!" screamed Jane.
"Majors girl?!" yelled Frank, shocked.
Jane rolled her eyes. "It's JANE! JANE! It's painfully generic and not hard to remember, so you have no excuse to call-"
"You're just like your slut mother," said Frank angrily, cutting Jane off.
Jane opened her mouth wide to rebut Frank, but Rocky elbowed her in the side to quiet her.
Frank began pacing across the lab floor. "I don't understand. You won't let ME touch you, but you let that, that THING fuck you to its heart's content!"
Jane's eyes went wide and she started sputtering. "What you saw, that was it. That was all that happened, believe me!" she managed to get out. She began to laugh nervously as Rocky looked at his feet, clearly dejected by his master's words.
Frank looked at the floor in disgust. "To the dogs," he said quietly.
Jane looked around, not having the slightest idea what he was talking about. "Wha-"
"TAKE HER TO THE DOGS, MAGENTA," said Frank louder, pointing at the lab door. Magenta, who had seemingly just appeared in the room, grabbed Jane's arm and forcefully led her down a dark corridor, apparently where the dogs were.
Frank then looked at Rocky, repulsed. "And you. Will you ever learn?"
Rocky looked at the floor.
"Under no circumstances are you allowed to fuck anyone but me!" said Frank, fire in his eyes.
There was a long pause as Frank glared at Rocky until the poor creature started to quiver.
"Do you understand?" asked Frank, slowly but vigorously.
Rocky nodded.
Frank smiled. "Good. Now I trust you will have a good night's rest and be ready for the big day tomorrow."
Rocky gave Frank a confused look.
Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you forgot about this year's convention? Now don't let me hear from you again until tomorrow, or a more deserving playmate will get the coveted lab-side room."
Rocky's eyes went wide.
Frank smiled evilly and strut out of the lab.
