The origin of the creature

My father, a man of science and reason, was silent for a moment, as if the monster's words awakened something within him. "Victor Frankenstein," he murmured, almost to himself, "I knew him years ago... he was a student of mine." I listened intently, aware that my father was a doctor, and that he had taught at Ingolstadt for a time, but that did not explain the presence of a gigantic pervert in my room.

The monster, still sore from the kick he had given him, sank to his knees, humiliated and looking down. "Yes, sir," he said hoarsely, "I was his creation, his failed experiment. He abandoned me, left me to wander the world, alone and hated."

My father signals the monster to get up, "But that doesn't explain what you were doing in my daughter's closet" he replied firmly without being moved by the monster's words, I turned my gaze towards my father, as if to get his attention "He tried to **** me" I said irritably, still completely naked

My housekeeper brings me a sheet to cover me, I feel the monster's eyes on my skin and I try to stay calm while I cover my exposed areas

"I can tell you the whole story from the beginning, in exchange I only ask for a meal and to let me stay with your daughter for a night" says the monster, who sticks out his tongue from his mouth forming a sly and perverse smile on his face. I scream at him "I want him to go away and never come back to us"

He then throws himself at my feet, I feel his breath on me, his tongue begging me to leave him, the drool dripping from his mouth

I was excited, but I would never have admitted it, and he wanted to feel the sensation of the touch of that tongue brushing my erogenous zones, and kissing my naked legs, in the end I convinced myself and signaled to my father, who watched the scene with a certain dismay

"Okay, he can stay with us, but he won't sleep in the closet, we have a room with a bed in the dungeons of the castle" I said in a detached way, and I headed towards my room.

Before leaving I heard that horrible creature say "I'm not a human like you" he said in a hoarse tone "to eat I'll be happy with bread and water, and to sleep a pillow, but as for sex, my creator gave me all the vices of men"

Once in bed, my father came to tuck me in, and reassure me that he wouldn't give me to the ugly bastard.

"Dad, is there something you need to tell me? How can life be created..." I said and he told me that that Frankenstein was a talented student like few others but also obsessed with research. I stayed in bed for several hours thinking about that experience, my curiosity was too much, the creature fascinated me with its aura of mystery, and I also wanted to feel again the warmth I felt in its presence, and when my sexual desire became uncontrollable, I decided that same morning to visit the monster in his room.