Lightning clashed above you providing the only illumination in the middle of the storm. In your hands you clutched a blood soaked blanket tightly to your chest. Before you sat a rusted abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. For as long as you could remember you’d heard the stories. Like most you probably didn’t believe them, now they were your only hope. Without a second thought you kick down the bared door letting the rain in and called out the name of a legend.
‘Dr. Vergunstien!’ You shouted into the void only receiving your echo in response.
You made your way deeper in, occasionally tripping on things on the floor. Then down a hall you saw a light. With no other leads you follow it.
It was coming from a single bulb dangling from a wire. As you enter the room you swear to see a hunched figure cloaked in rags run down the opposite door, as you take a step to follow you hear a voice from behind you, the way you came.
“Vot do ve have her?” Asked a honey soaked voice in a heavy German accent.
Turning around you see a woman leaving the shadows, and not just any woman but rather multiple. She had several patches of mismatched skin sewn onto every part of her voluptuous body. The face had been perfectly crafted by several surgeries, thin eyebrows, thick lips, a tiny nose, piercing crimson eyes, around the right one was a patch of dark brown skin. Her hair was curly brown with a streak of blond. On her chest rested two watermelons sized breasts rapped in a thin white lab coat that her nipples peaked through, and seamed to be the only thing she wore aside from high heals. She towered over you, your head only coming up to eye level with her nipples.
‘Doctor... Vergunstien?’ You asked unsure. She grinned at you.
“In zee flesh.” She said spreading out her arms, her chest jiggling as a result. “Now, vot hav you gott zere?” She asked pointing to the lump of meat in your hand.
‘Please, you’ve got to help me...’ you beg unwrapping the canine head. ‘It’s my dog Lucy’ you said on the verge of tears of her name. ‘I.... accidentally hit her. She’s... she’s... all I have left after...’
Dr. Vergunstien leaned down giving you a nice view into her flesh canyon, reaches with a well manicured hand to her limp form pressing two fingers onto her neck, finally perusing her full lips in disappointment.
“She ez dead.”
‘No...’ you whimper.
‘Bring her back.’ You mumble, ‘YOUVE GOT TO! If any one can it’s you. Right!?’
She sighed standing up again.
“Et ez possible to raise ze dead yes, howevar I vill need certain rare parts. Und it ez VERY EXPENSIVE und top of zat.” Dr Vergunstien circled around you, her high heals almost drowning out the poring rain out side.
You clutched hard onto Lucy.
‘Whatever it costs. I’ll pay anything.’
She licks her lips. “Anyving? Do you truly mean zat?”
You nodded more determined than ever.
‘Anything it costs.’
Her lips parted into a shark like preditory grin.
“Pervect.”
Before you could speak another word she pulled a green syringe from her lab coat and jammed it into your neck. The entire world swayed back and forth and become blurry, as you fell towards the ceiling, or maybe it was down to a wall the last thing you heard was: “Zank you vor volunteering vor my experimentz.” Before your world became a blur of the sound of sewing machines and the smell of meat and latex...
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The next thing you knew when you woke up...