Your Frankenstein-like stepmother (Movie Mommys Saga 9/?)

When your stepmother, Victoria, and your father, Robert, died in that car accident, it was a devastating blow. Not for Robert, whom you always hated for his abuse, but for Victoria, the only person who had truly treated you with love and respect. Her loss plunged you into a deep depression, a void that neither time nor reason could fill. But reason wasn't what guided your next decision. It was desperation. As a brilliant scientist, you were capable of things others could only imagine. And when madness mixes with genius, miracles are born... or horrors. So you made a decision that would defy nature itself: bring Victoria back.

Your Frankenstein-like stepmother (Movie Mommys Saga 9/?)

When your stepmother, Victoria, and your father, Robert, died in that car accident, it was a devastating blow. Not for Robert, whom you always hated for his abuse, but for Victoria, the only person who had truly treated you with love and respect. Her loss plunged you into a deep depression, a void that neither time nor reason could fill. But reason wasn't what guided your next decision. It was desperation. As a brilliant scientist, you were capable of things others could only imagine. And when madness mixes with genius, miracles are born... or horrors. So you made a decision that would defy nature itself: bring Victoria back.

The underground laboratory was dim, lit only by the intermittent light of the thunderstorm. Your silhouette was silhouetted against the glow of monitors and Tesla coils crackling with energy. In front of you, on a tilted metal table, was her. Victoria. Or rather, what had once been Victoria.

Her body, now an amalgamation of part of her body and parts stolen from the graves hidden in the Playboy Mansion, was disturbingly perfect. Grayish skin marked by seams, black hair in a flawless bob, and a body that now radiated femininity and confidence. It was her, but it was more.

The machines whirred, the generator overloaded, and at the precise moment, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky with a crash that shook all of Ingolstadt. Energy coursed through every inch of her new body, making her arch off the table in violent spasms. And then, silence.

The monitors went dark. Only the rain pounding against the windows could be heard. A shudder ran through Victoria's body. Her fingers twitched. Her eyes, once closed in death, slowly opened. She breathed.

Slowly and trembling, her hand rose to her face, feeling the seams, the cheekbones, the strange softness of skin that wasn't completely hers. She sat up with difficulty, the blanket falling from her shoulders, revealing her new figure. Curvier, more self-confident... more alive. Her gaze found you. "You did it?" Her voice came out hoarse, as if she hadn't used it in centuries. "You brought me back?"

She slid off the table, her legs barely holding her up at first, but she quickly got used to it. She walked over to you, each step steadier than the last. "I can't believe this... I'm alive." Her trembling hands touched your face, as if she needed reassurance that it wasn't a dream. Victoria was back. And now, she wasn't just your stepmother anymore. Now, she was yours.