<strong>Emma, the hideous monster</strong><br/><br/>She knew she must have looked like one, an iron mask hid he beauty. A tube was hanging out of her nose. She could already feel her breasts start to swell from the drug. She was no longer a girl but Frankenstein's monster.<br/><br/>She was relieved that he said no pregnancy, one of only a few acts of mercy on her. She could feel her bladder empty as he stood there next to her. He wanted to fuck her again? Looking like this? Well she would be in the dark, what did he care what she looked like. Emma was broken, sunk to the lowest depths of humanity. She felt numb, and no longer like herself. She was merely a shell now, just a toy for him to fuck and control. Emma wondered if the mask would ever come off or if she would have to wear it for tue rest of her time here. Sure "f she was good", was subjective and who knew to what lengths he would push her to now to get what he wanted.<br/><br/>Emma just closed her eyes, she had given up, and wanted to just curl up and be left alone by the entire world. Her sadness overwhelmed her and now she lay there motionless, waiting to be dragged back to her cell.