Dr. Frankenstein ceased his efforts to sew

Dr. Frankenstein ceased his efforts to sew limbs directly onto a head. "This shortcut isn't working, only a torso will do!" He sighed. "If only a torso fresh enough was available

. He googled torso and found a site named foldingstory with a lot of hits. Imagine Dr. Frankenstein's delight when he found a fold containg an exposed brain attached to a torso!

He could picture it with delight, but when he started to think, the idea became less beautiful. What about the parts inbetween? A brain could be attached to a torso, but one would

also need a head, neck, arms, and legs, among other things. If he was going to create life, he would make something that was whole, not some limbless torso like last time.

a human trunk can provide. ONLY A TORSO. Only a trunk. Who'da thought it. Who'da thunk. It's limbless, it's headless. It cannot see. That despite all that, it's a thing of beauty.

Beyond such sentiment there was nothing. Nothing except more mutilated torsos, nailed to walls to infinite to count. The serial killer smiled and his eyes began to tear up. It's

better than I imagined. Each torso tore so well, it was a terrifically titillating testament to torso torture. ~Tantamount to ten-to-twelve titty twisters~ thought the serial kille

r. But then again, no. The serial killer questioned his own psychopathy. If one realized one was possibly a psychopath, surely that is a sign that one is not truly a psychopath.

But one can have temporary sanity, too, I knew. I redirected my attention, cast off my Walmart job, returned to my lone cell, and saw my brother's sigils around a door in the wall.