It was a dark night of November when my master finished creating me. I was made perfectly. Taller, stronger, and more perfect joints than the average human. I was a muscular creature. My black hair was lustrous and flowing, going perfectly with my pearly white teeth and dull, yellow eyes. I could move effortlessly and carefully, covering more land faster than a human ever could. I was a masterpiece.
I wish my owner would see me like that. Ever since I was born my master hated me. In fact, my first memory of him was of him looking at me with disgust and horror. He wished he never created me. He told me I was a monster.
My master spent two years working on me. He deprived his own health and sleep, straining his life, all so
I wish my owner would see me like that. Ever since I was born my master hated me. In fact, my first memory of him was of him looking at me with disgust and horror. He wished he never created me. He told me I was a monster.
My master spent two years working on me. He deprived his own health and sleep, straining his life, all so