4. Atlas

I work tirelessly through the night and early morning, cleaning the morgue, making sure Astrid’s body and all evidence of her time here is disposed of in the home-made incinerator correctly. Not that anyone will come here in search of her. I made sure to take great precautions when meeting her. Taking her to a place where nobody will recognise either of us, tilting my head enough to miss the cameras in the restaurant, and making sure that I am completely uninteresting to those who may have seen us together.

If that wasn’t good enough, she has nobody who cares for her enough to miss her. So, in all honesty… I’ll get away with it. Pushing the cadaver table into the operating room, I place it directly under the surgical headlights, giving me the perfect space to work my magic. Fuck, I’m shaking with excitement.

A huge smile covers my face as I make my way towards the black body bag situated at the far end of the room, slowly unzipping it. Every single time I reveal her from the darkness, I’m taken aback by my admiration for her.

Shelly.

My one and only exquisite creation.

The Eve to me… her Adam. Her creator and her God. Placing my hands under her torso, I lift her carefully from the body bag and carry her to the cadaver table, her body lying lifeless in my arms. Thanks to the creation of Ambutrol, I’ve had Shelly in my life now for the past ten years and we have never been happier.

She’s everything I ever wanted, with all the parts I craved from the women I’ve dated. I made her just how I desired and every single time I see her… I fall in love with her all over again. I was immensely lost before she came into my life. Desperate for a companion that could not only love me the way I deserved, but would accept my love and all that I could give.

Every single stitch, every cut, every additional body part she owns is all down to me finding the perfect specimens for her. Shelly has made me the happiest man in the world, and she deserves the best.

With great care, I elevate her head and drape it over the headrest, reaching back to pull the stool behind me so I can sit down and concentrate.

“I can’t wait for you to see what you look like. You’re going to be so happy, my love.” Smiling down at her, I delicately press my lips to her third eye and breathe her in as I kiss her sweetly. “We will be together soon enough, my love,” I remind her.

The clock reads 7am by the time everything is complete. I need a shower, some food and a good rest. My hands ache and my head is throbbing from the meticulous stitching of my wife’s new hand, tongue and hair. But I’ll take all the pain in the world if it means I get to make her happy because she looks like a movie star now, and I’m pretty sure that regardless of what happens, her smile will be payment enough.

I turn the tap and hose her down, cleaning off any remnants of gore from the new additions to her beautiful body, smiling down at her as I go. I clean and brush her new auburn hair and dress her in a brand-new silk negligee in her favourite colour.

When I’m done, I take a needle and fill it with the wonderful Ambutrol, pressing it into various areas of her body to keep her supple and soft, before grabbing a drug from the black market called R34NIM4T3. We have been using this for the past decade and it has always been absolutely sensational.

Pressing the sharp edge of the needle into the vial that contains the blue and white liquid, I draw it out and into the cylindrical container. Flicking my finger against the glass, I remove any air bubbles before injecting her in the heart, breasts, clit and inner core of her vagina. Using the rest for her face, lips, mouth and hands.

Then, once that’s done, I insert eight metal prongs inside her body and pull down the blackout glasses. I stand by the walk and take hold of the large electrical lever, blowing her a final kiss before yanking it down and watching twelve thousand volts run through her body. I perform the shock three more times, moving the prongs to different places just to make sure everything is done.

By the time I’m done, the clock reads 9am, and I’m completely and utterly spent. Giving her a final kiss, I turn off all the lights except for a small desk lamp and leave the room. I’m one of the luckiest men in the world and I only wish I could allow others to see what patience and a little hard work will get you when you put your mind to it.

I really need to sleep before anything else.