Body building

Held aloft you get your first proper look at your surroundings.

The mad scientist’s workshop is housed in a single large windowless room. Bare brick walls lined with shelves of equipment and tools. The centre of the space dominated by a steel workbench strewn with mechanical junk.

It's not the high-tech hobby supplies that grab your attention though. It's the bodies, or rather the body parts.

Arms, legs, torso boobs and butts of every possibly size shape and colour. They hang from hooks or spill from overflowing storage boxes.

If you still had a stomach you'd be sick to it. If your eyes had lids you would screw them shut and wish the charnel vision away. As it is you can only stare, silently screaming until you notice a glint of metal.

Slowly it dawns on you that these "bodies" must be artificial. Creepily convincing parts for some kind of high tech doll or mannequin. The fact that you haven't fallen into the hands of a serial killer take the edge off your silent panic but watching him bustle about his workshop you can't help wonder if he might be worse.

Steadily he assembled assorted parts until something resembling a body began to take shape...