Page 17 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Bringing life gives me life. Or is it raising life? Oh well… Rise monster, rise!

XOXO – Roxy

The makeshift garage lab had turned into a literal Frankie factory. In front of them stood their latest creation, which was lying on a makeshift surgery table made out of some sawhorses, a plank of wood, and adisposable birthday picnic cloth. The security guard who looked human was undead as Acid. The best part was that he was customized to protect them and do their bidding. This wasn’t just some average mindless drone. It was a guard with brains and brawn, loyal only to them.

“This one’s gonna do the trick. Look at him. He’s beautiful.”

Roxy wiped her forehead on her shirtsleeve as she stepped back to admire their handiwork. Her bright yellow kitchen gloves looked gruesomely ridiculous, as didthe headband light she had strapped to her forehead. At least she was wearing a lab coat over her bibbed overalls and her instruments were clean. She truly did look a little more on the mad side than scientist, though.

Acid grumbled at the creature with a bit of jealousy because of the way she was eyeing him. “Looks like a tool. He’s not that great. He’s not even green. He’s average at best. Boring if you ask me.”

She giggled at his pouting, pinching his cheek after she removed her gloves. “You’re so cute when you pout.”

“So, are you going to make this douchebag your little plaything now?” He whined, leaning against a workbench.

“ Awe, you are jealous. That’s so adorable. Don’t worry, greenie. He doesn’t hold a candle to your sexy green ass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

She grabbed the computer and pressed the activation button waiting for any sign of motion of her creature. The security guard twitched to life as it turned its head, scanning the room.

“Hey, fuck face,” Roxy said, stepping forward. “Go guard the perimeter.”

Without hesitation, the guard stood and stomped toward the door, its heavy footsteps echoing through the garage. It moved with purpose, disappearing outside to patrol the yard. Hank followed quickly behind and was ready to make sure he didn’t stomp down his flower bed.

“Well, looks like you did it again. He’s tough. I think his name is Jay… Jason… Jaxson.”

“As long as no one calls him missing, I don’t care what his name is. Wanna head inside? Mom’s probably making dinner.”

Acid glanced out the garage door just to be sure the chip in that guy’s head was working. “Yeah, I could use a break. Looks like Hank has a handle on it out there. We’ll take a flight to LA tomorrow to fix Carl. Maybe he’ll be a better agent with one of your attitude adjustments .”

Inside the house, the aroma of garlic and herbs greeted them. Roxy’s mother was busy at the stove, humming a soft tune as she stirred a pot of what looked like to be a nice spaghetti sauce. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile as they walked in and to Roxy’s surprise, she was looking great.

“Hey, sweetie. Just in time,” she said. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Slowly, Roxy stepped closer, paying attention to her eyes. “Momma, you look amazing. That last adjustment helped a lot didn’t it.”

“I feel good.”

“I’m glad. You look good. Maybe I’m getting better atthis.”

Acid sank onto the couch in the adjoining room, groaning as he stretched out his long legs. “Your mom’s cooking might be the only thing keeping me sane through all this.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that. She already thinks she’s Betty Crocker or something, but always was she a good cook. It’s the only thing she ever got right.”

He hummed in agreement staring up at the ceiling as if in deep thought.

She had never imagined someone like him could fit so naturally into her bazaar life. Yet here he was, right in the middle of it like he belonged. He even looked like he enjoyed it; at least she hoped he did. Looking around the home, she almost felt ashamed of her sad existence. She was no celebrity, and their lives were worlds apart in most ways. Outside of the horrors they shared, they lived on separate sides of the tracks.

“What are you thinking about?”

Acid turned his head, meeting her gaze. “Just how weird this all is. I’m helping the true creator of my kind make more just like me. If anyone had asked a few days ago I’d be against it. I didn’t want any more of us made.”

“You wanted to be unique.”

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe I just wanted the notoriety.”

She nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. “I get that. We’re a couple of misfits, but being different makes us special. Until I met you I just thought I was a freak who was obsessed with horror and the afterlife. Now I think I may have more to offer. If only the world would let me study my science. I could help people with this knowledge, you know.”

He smiled at that, his eyes softening. “Guess we’re both monsters in our own way. At least to the rest of the world.”

Roxy felt validated in those words. They were both a little broken, trying to figure out where they fit in. Even with his ego, he was just as messed up inside as she was.

Her mother called them to the table, and soon, they were gathered around sharing a meal like a strange, patched-together family.

After dinner, Hank sat straight in his chair, a serious look crossing his face as he locked eyes with Acid. “You’re a monster?”

“Yes, I am. Just like you.”

“Hum.” He grunted with acknowledgement. “I see your undead eyes search for amate. Our kind needs acompanion in undeath. Roxy mate?”

That was blunt. Acid almost spit out his iced tea. “For fuck’s sake Hank!”

Roxy’s heart skipped a beat as she used her fingers to hide her amusement. She knew darn well she programmed Hank to say that earlier when adjusting his chip. Maybe it was a dirty trick, but she got a rise out of him. Her eyes met Acid, unsure of what he’d say, and she almost regretted doing it in case he’d reject her.

Acid didn’t flinch and met Hank’s gaze with a nod. “Yeah, she just might be.”

She couldn’t believe he said it. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt her cheeks flush. Did he mean that? Her mind spun into chaos, but when she looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes calmed her toxic thoughts in an instant.

Hank grunted with a nod, satisfied with Acid’s answer. “Good,” he said, standing up to go back to his chores. “Just don’t screw it up.”

Acid gave a small chuckle, but his eyes didn’t leave Roxy’s. “You did that, didn’t you?”

“I’ll never tell.” She blushed.

After the table was cleared, Roxy made her rounds, checking on her parents before heading back to her room. The house was quiet with the Frank-n-guard standing watch at the front door. Even Hank was doing rounds to make sure everything was secure. Who would have known that sack of shit would end up being one of the good guys? But then again he did have one of Roxy’s attitude adjustments.

After making sure everything was secure, she slipped into her bedroom, her heart still racing from Acid’s confession. Maybe he was starting to have real feelings for her, and it wasn’t just a fling.

When she opened the door, she froze.

Acid was sprawled out on her bed, completely naked with a naughty grin on his face. The wag of his brows was enough to know the ego-driven side of him was more than confident that she’d give in to lusty seductions with just the sight of him lying across the bed.

“Really?” she said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“What? Figured I’d make myself comfortable and give you a little show.”

She closed the door behind her, crossing the room with a smirk. “You couldn’t wait, huh? You do know my cohabitants are down the hall right?”

“They’ll power down in a bit and no one will even know what unholy things I’ll be doing to that body. Well, except for the neighbors when I make you scream my name. I haven’t had those legs wrapped around my neck in days, and man has to eat, princess. Besides, I thought you liked me all green and naked.”

“You’re insatiable.” Roxy rolled her eyes, as she crawled onto the bed, her nightshirt riding up her hips.

She straddled him, her hands pressed against his chest as she looked into his rare yellow eyes. Acid’s expression darkened with desire as something sly and mischievous boiled just under the surface. When she realized he wasn’t looking at her, but athis life-size cardboard cutout of himself on the ceiling, she slapped him with her pillow, making him chuckle.

“What? I get to have you ride me while I watch myself enjoying it. It would only be better if you had amirror on the ceiling so I could watch in real-time.”

“You’re lucky you're so damn irresistible or I’d make you ride the sofa tonight.” She leaned in, placing soft kisses on his neck as her fingers roamed over his chest.

“Roxy, you know how dangerous it can be with me. I’m not like other men. I’m not even sure I’m human anymore.”

Her lips brushed against his as his hands rested on her sides. “I don’t care. My science created you. I couldn’t be afraid of something like that when I was the one who made it possible. We’re not that different. We’re both twisted souls.” She giggled, pinching his nipple. “But I am still mad atyou for ruining my kidnapping attempt.”

He laughed softly, his grip tightening on her hips. “Maybe next time. Just when you plan to tie me up, make it hurt. You know I like it rough.”

“Let’s test that theory.”

Their lips met, and every inch of him felt like it came alive again. “I have a new addiction, princess. Those lips.”

As they lay tangled together, Roxy couldn’t help but smile. She had found someone who understood her, someone who didn’t see her as crazy or dangerous. And why should he? He was more of a monster than she was, alive and in the flesh.

For the first time in a very long time, she didn’t feel alone.

Slowly, she slid down his neck, peppering kisses in the wake. When she made her way to his perfectly green nipples she tugged at one again and stared up at him with a devilish grin.

“What are you thinking? I don’t like that look in your eye.”

“Let me pierce it.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “You’re not piercing my nipple. Hell no!”

“Please. Just one. It would look hot with the tattoos.”

Feeling her tug once more made his cock come alive. “Fine, but I better get something out of this sick torture fetish of yours.”

“ Ekk! Yes!” Roxy ran from the room coming back with a needle from her surgery tools and a small hoop earring. “This is going to hurt.”

“Aren’t you going to numb that shit?”

“Nope. You said you like it rough.”

When she straddled him again, he could feel her grind against him, and he knew she was getting off on this and had ditched her panties somewhere down the hall. As she lifted the needle and punched his nipple tight, she slid on his cock with ease, slowly rolling her hips and letting the girth of him adjust to her need.

“You dirty little slut.”

She snickered with delight, making the vibration go straight to his already throbbing cock. Up and down, she rode him, rubbing herself against his abs for friction. When she moaned and sped up the pace, he almost couldn’t wait for her to jam the needle in. He did like kink play, but this wasn’t something he would have imagined he’d like.

When she sucked his nipple between her lips, her hand was still holding the needle high. The anticipation was excruciating, and he just wanted her to do it already, but she denied him that release. It wasn’t the pain he was expecting, it was when it would happen, and she knew it was making him go insane with wait.

“Fucking do it already.”

“ Na-uh-uh. I want to hear you beg. I want you to cum when I bring the pain.”

“You’re a sadist, you know that.”

“I’m aware.” She laughed.

When Roxy shivered at the highest point of arousal, he felt it too. Her pussy squeezed him enough that he was about to explode.

“Fuck…” he groaned, and he gripped her hips, impaling her deeper onto his cock. His eyes slammed shut as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

And just when she was right along with him, she shoved the needle in, making him scream out, and cum so hard he lifted them both off the bed.

With a grunt he let out another obscenity, filling her with his seed in unison of pushing the loop through his hard and sore nipple.

“That’s a good boy. You came so good for me. Maybe next time I’ll pierce your cock.”

“Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled, grabbing his chest to ease the pain.

“How do you know I wouldn’t just trigger your chip and do it anyway?”

Looking up at her naughty smirk, he smiled softly. “Because you want it to be real. If you use that thing to manipulate me, you may never know if what I’m saying is true.”

That hit her right in her dark heart. He was right. She couldn’t manipulate him like the other Frankie’s because he was too special.

“I could you know. I could make you do whatever I wanted. Even make you fall in love with me.”

“Then you’d never know if I truly could. I don’t think you’d be willing to risk that.”

As she laid her head on his chest, she realized he was right. She’d rather know he loved her, and she hoped one day he would.

When he felt a tear drop on his chest, he looked up at the cardboard likeness of himself wondering if Hank’s words had struck a chord with him. Could he fall for this beauty? He wasn’t sure. But if this was anything close to what love felt like, he’d be willing to sacrifice everything just to have her in his arms.

Those Frankie urges hit him just then, and a tear of his own dripped down his cheek. If she was his life mate, he was sure she’d drag him into an eternity of madness.