Silvana

You did it; you finally did it. You've created the perfect wife.

On the table before you lies a beautiful woman. You've stitched and grafted it together piece by piece. A tall and slender cadaver. An ample heavy bust. A squishy round buttock. You've filled its thighs with the perfect amount of jiggly fat. Beautiful hands ending in delicate little fingers. As a doctor your skills with a needle and thread are impeccable. Hardly a single seem or stitch is visible. Your alchemical preservation of the flesh is also a work of art. The corpse has been in your lab for weeks and not even the faintest smell of rot or decay. Only a faint hint of lavender emanates from her soft cold skin. Her unblemished face is pale like a fine porcelain. Only a faint scar on her cheek remains. An unfortunate thing sure but the corpse you stole it from was too beautiful to pass up. Her long white hair was still thick and lustrous. Thin expressive eyebrows rest above her eyes. Oh, her eyes. They were dim and colorless now but soon they would glow bright. Those gorgeous feminine orbs rested under her low seductive eyelids. You took the cutest button nose off of a young maiden, god rest her soul. But it fits so well on this face. Your masterful hands hid the stitching inside her nostrils and out of sight. Her large thick lips were also an object of great desire. They're carved and shaped with meticulous precision. You used your scalpel to fix those. No amount of stitching and needlework would've sufficed for something so important. You took her under your knife and let true artisanal craftsmanship shape them. A true object of beauty, this corpse was.

You felt an excited pang in your chest. Everything was ready. Everything was perfect. You put on the finishing touches. Some eyeshadow here. A little lipstick there. Some blush on her cheeks. Perfection. Your hands shook as you picked up the vial of cloudy liquid. You took a deep breath and steadied your hand. Now was not the time for nerves. You steel yourself against the anticipation. You tilt the vial and the viscous cloudy liquid dripped past her lips. The black lipstick held up well against the vile concoction. You closed her gaping mouth and watched as the potion worked its way to the undamaged brain. You shuddered as you remembered how you obtained it. It doesn't matter now. The fresh brain of a beautiful young maiden was now sparking with life in your corpse's head. A finger twitches. A hand. You're overcome with emotion and press your lips to the corpse. To your pleasant surprise, you feel a cool breeze escape her lips. You stumble back and watch with wide eyes.

The corpse writhes and shudders on the table. Her lips part and her jaw extends wide open. The entire cadaver tenses and curls. Suddenly it relaxes and a faint wind escapes her lips. "Aaah-ah-ahh..." She sits up. Her head and arms hang limp. A sudden loud snap and her arms and neck snap to life. She relaxes and instead of pushing air from her chest, she sucks it in. "Haaa~" It sounded sharp and painful but there was no anguish on her face. She turned and looked at you. You saw them. Her beautiful eyes glowed a bright purple. You saw her lips curl into an awkward smile. "AaaRRGhh~" She made a low guttural sound as her vocal cords stretched and adjusted.

The new diamond ring in your pocket starts to get heavy.