Victorian America - chapter 13

The Countess pushes the cover of her coffin. Igor is holding her nightdress and cape.

"Where is she?"

"She's, thorry Mithreth, She'th with the Canine, she'th getting ready for you Mithtreth."

The Countess extracts her gracious figure out of the luxurious coffin. As he helps her to dress, Igor can't take his eyes off the body of his Mistress. Igor's deeply in love with the Countess, he would love to be able to tell her but sadly he's small, ugly and already married.

"And where is my daughter? I might need her too."

"She'th thtill athleep, Mithtreth."

"Well then, what are you waiting for, go wake her up... Chop, chop! And then you'll prepare my laboratory!"

"Yeth Mithtreth, right away Mithtreth."

Igor exits the rooms. The Countess is lost in her thoughts, if she managed to bring one here, she might be able to send one back, and if she manages to send one back, then... The possibilities are literally infinite...

She laughs evilly at her own evilness...