Chapter EightThe Monster
Dr Marcus hunched over his microscope, the evening sunlight shrouding the room in shadows. The mask he now wore gave him an odd, bulbous appearance. Peta watched him in silent revulsion from her cage. On the steel table behind him lay his latest victim, tied securely. Long blond hair draped over the edge of the table where the scalp was peeled back to expose the skull and brain to the rooms’ occupants.
It wasn’t dead yet.
Arching against the restraints that held it secure, it emitted a wet, rasping growl, filling the otherwise silent room.
The madman had left the brain in place for now, subjecting it to a range of treatments. The room still stank from where he had wired his previous subject to a generator, reducing the infected man to a silent, writhing mass of
