𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 04172 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥.

“Maybe I should just stuff her instead,” he says aloud as he hovers over the exam table, jotting down another note on an unorganized pad. “I could still keep her features, her skin texture, her…” he pauses and struggles to flip the corpse over, “… her ass too.” He says this matter-of-factly, blushing at the thought of what he could do. “I suppose I’d insert a tiny jar here, tinker with this… lotion and top coating would keep her flesh from peeling back in bed.”

𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 7630 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

He takes a rat from the shelf nearby and opens the cap. A putrid smell dances beneath his nose as he lets the starving animal loose. It scurries to the corpse as the Doctor sets more of the rodents free. Together, they gnaw at the cut the Doctor has made in the woman’s stomach. He doesn’t worry about whether or not the skin will damage beyond repair; behind him he’s hung several skin colors on a rack to dry. From time to time, when hungered, he’ll nibble at them. He locks the place up and will return in twelve hours to a hollowed out woman. He was certain this time that his project would succeed.

𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘦 64812 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“Ah. This smell, how… clean,” the scalpel scrapes against the woman’s insides with a sickening grinding sound, where the part time Doc and Scientist dumps the remaining organs and bits into a blue Easter Basket, to be fed to the rats while he’s on break. “I would say she’d be done in three days. There’s the stuffing, drying, sanitary days and lastly… the top coat.”

𝘛𝘶𝘣𝘦 87553 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴.

She’s hung, stuffed and dried. He takes her down and begins stitching the wig he’s made from her real brown hair onto her old scalp. “I’ve searched forever to find my soulmate,” he whispers as he holds the human doll to his chest. “I’ve found her already. How beautiful you are, my lovely new wife.” Her glassy eyes stare back in reply, always open.

Always watching.