The memory flooded back. The argument with Frankenstein. The charming gentleman and his alluring smile. And finally, the madness that came right after.
Amelia could still feel her legs trembling from the sensation. She didn't dare to recall what happened. But the images still showed up in her mind.
And now, all that left was shame and regret.
"I... I'm sorry, Victor." She cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls on the smooth sand.
Carter entered the room. He brought a tray of breakfast and placed it on the table.
Amelia pulled the blanket over her head.
The pale man approached her. He was gentle.
He removed the blanket and noticed the tears on her.
Carter reached her hand over to wipe it. And Amelia avoided him.
"Did I do something wrong?" Carter asked. His voice was soft and sincere.
"What are you?" Amelia asked.
"I told you. Everything. I didn't lie." Carter said.
