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Prologue
Nova
"It's wrong. All wrong still," my master screamed, hacking my newly added arm off with a hacksaw. The skin hadn’t fused together enough for me to feel the separation of the limb but seeing myself mutilated for the third time today was a deeper pain. One that crawled up inside me, spreading to my heart like a million sharp splinters.
"We'll try again tomorrow. New merchandise will be arriving late tonight and surely there'll be a perfect match in there somewhere." He meant new bodies would be shoved through a portal from other people like him. Killers. Men who lacked remorse and empathy. I cringed at the thought. I didn't have to be human to know hurting your own kind was wrong. Maybe it was the heart of a good person he’d placed inside me when I wasfirst made, or maybe it was from being forced to live a dark life and craving the light.
His fingers on my cheek were cold and stiff, his eyes empty of any emotion. Looking into them got harder every day. I could nearly see his visions when I did. The need for perfection and something that could never be. I was wrong today, and I'd be wrong tomorrow. When he finally found the perfect arm, there would be an older part that would no longer fit. He'd dismember me again, or maybe even slice off pieces of my skin to replace with others. A better color, texture, or just something new to look at.
"What if tomorrow is a failure too?" I asked, my words trembling as badly as the rest of me.
"Then we'll try again the next day. However long it takes to get it right. You're so close to being perfect. We can't stop now." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and ran a hand down the center of my body. "So close. Look how far we've come in such a short amount of time."
Five years didn't feel long to him because he wasn't the one being constantly altered. Five years I bled for him. Five years I cried whenever he turned away. Five years I hated myself for all the reasons he did.Who amI? What amI?I didn't know, and I doubted he did either.
I was the result of his loneliness and boredom. I gave him a sense of purpose after he lost everything in the human world. Leland was a different kind of monster. Normal looking on the outside while terrifying and socially unacceptable on the inside. Not many humans lived in the monster world. Not many would survive. But Leland had come here of his own free will when he’d had no other choice. He said his time in the human world had come to an end and they hadn’t appreciated the favor he’d done them by weeding out the imperfections.
He was never prosecuted for all his crimes because he was never caught and felt like he should have been rewarded instead of punished. He was the one who’d created the first portal and then figured out a way to create new ones to hide his evidence. He got away with so much, by being able to make the piles of corpses in his house disappear easily. Yes, Leland was a different kind of monster. He was one by choice.
Sighing, he rubbed his head and took a step back. "Yeah, we'll get it right tomorrow." He didn't believe his lies any more than I did.
Sitting up slowly, I placed my hand over the remnants of the wrong parts hanging from my shoulder. Smiling at me, he stripped out of his clothes and folded them neatly on a chair in the corner of the room the way he always did. He was easily predictable at this point. I knew what was next and still wasn't prepared. I didn't want it the first time, and don't want it now.
"I'm tired. Can we go to bed?"
"Not yet. Not until you make up for the disappointment you've brought me today. Take your shorts off. Show me the part of you I've perfected. What's been done just for me."
Hiding my disgust with a fake smile I'd learned to perfect thanks to him, I jumped off the table and removed my shorts as he asked. Without him saying another word, I walked to the bed and positioned myself over the mattress like he had me do every night. Gripping the blanket, I dug my knees into the bed to lessen my shaking.
"Yes, this part of you is perfect." His voice was thick, coming off like poison to my ears as he stroked between my ass cheeks. "I'll spend all night admiring it to forget about the side of you that isn't. You'll help me forget, won't you, my little disaster?"
"Yes, master. Whatever you want." For now. He was tired of disappointment and so was I. I could fix both our problems andI would. No more wrong days ahead of us. No more shipments. No more pain. No more us.
"You're too wound up tonight. Relax for me."
My hand itched to do what my mind had been thinking of for weeks. Soon. Not soon enough. My fingers were so restless, tugging at the sheets as he entered me. Moans slipped from my lips, but not from pleasure. Gripping my hips, he slammed into me harder, and a small ache traveled inside me, increasing with each thrust. Closing my eyes only kept the tears from pouring out for so long. Pressure grew around my eyes and the corners leaked, wetting my cheeks.
With a few groans, he came inside me, the wet, warm filling causing my skin to crawl.Is it supposed to feel this way? Why do humans like it so much in the movies he's shown me?After being so curious about the world he came from, he’d found a way to bring me films and a TV. Then came a stereo and music. My curiosity never faltered, and he never stopped trying to please me to prevent me from running. I ran a lot, never getting far. He always found me, and as long as he lived, he always would.
"Bedtime now, my beast. My beautiful, ugly beast. I've waited for you a long time and will keep waiting until you're everything I need."
Pulling out of me with a grunt, he kissed the hilt of my back and went to the wash bowl to clean himself up, returning with a wet rag for me. "Try not to be too loud while I sleep. Yesterday, you had the music so loud, it woke me up twice. I know you get bored whenever I'm not up to keep you company, but let your master get his rest so I can be ready to operate again tomorrow. You want a new arm, don't you?"
Nodding my head, I wiped the cum from my hole the best I could.
"Good. I want that for you too. I want all the good things for us both," he said with a sleepy tone. Laying down in bed, he tossedthe covers over himself and buried his face in his pillow, letting out a few yawns. "Don't make too much of a mess for me in the morning."
But I would. I'd hack and cut so much, the whole room would be painted red. He’d be nothing but scraps and pieces no bigger than mulch. The only thing salvageable and left whole would be one arm. The new arm he promised me.
Smiling, I tossed the washrag in the nearby box he called a hamper and sat on the bed, watching him until he was in a deep enough sleep not to see me coming with a sharp blade. Slitting his throat felt good. Stabbing his heart felt better. His screams were muted as I ripped apart his voice box in one deep cut. Eyes wild and bloodshot, he clung on to life, lifting his arms in the air for only minutes. I didn't stop until he was still and the emptiness in his eyes turned to a reflection of me alone. On the bed, unrecognizable and covered in blood, was my lifeless master. He didn't move or speak.He was finally perfect.
Grabbing the saw, I removed his arm and spent hours lining it up and sewing the limb to my body. It wasn't symmetrical everywhere and I couldn't move it yet. In time it would blend with the rest of me, and I’d finally feel as whole as I appeared.
Standing up, I grabbed a candle from the dresser and glanced at myself in a tall mirror leaning on the thin wall. Drenched in blood, smelling of copper and smiling wider than I ever had before, I was a complete man. And I was free.
One
Franklin
