Frank (A Gothic Folly)

By Paragonas Vaunt

Good work is hard to find in 19th Century Bavaria. So when Heidi Klein enters the service of a sinister scientist bent on creating life from death, she knows she has little choice but to assist him with dread experiments which may be demeaning, dangerous, perhaps even downright embarrassing.
But in deciding to make the best she can of her situation, the last thing Heidi expects is to become emotionally involved in her master’s experiments...
Frank is a gothic erotic romance of lightning-torn castles and a burgeoning love between two mismatched lovers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paragonas Vaunt
• Release date: Sep 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005526054

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~Frank~

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This is a work of erotic fiction, and a very rude one at that. Intended exclusively for an 18+ audience, it graphically depicts scenes of a highly sexual nature, and may include some dark moments or themes. Please consider this advice and exercise your judgement when choosing to read on.

~PV~

Cover art by Celia McKinley

Table of Contents

Copyright Blurb

Chapter One - A New Life

Chapter Two - Shock and Awe

Chapter Three - Invigorative Displays

Chapter Four - On the Loose

Chapter Five - Indignity

Chapter Six - Freeing the Beast

Chapter Seven - Fire and Snow

Chapter Eight - Snow and Fire

Chapter Nine - A Fighting Chance

Chapter Ten - Horse

Chapter Eleven - Prometheus

Chapter Twelve - The Knock

Chapter Thirteen - Naughty Girl

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Chapter One - A New Life

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a scientist in want of a reputation must necessarily build himself a Frank.

It is a rite of passage for any scientist, but especially for the mad ones. An engineer will build a steam dirigible. A chemist will distil something evilly green and poisonous in the bottom of a glass tube. An alchemist will cackle to himself and turn a large pile of gold into a somewhat smaller pile of gold.

And a scientist will build a Frank.

Ostensibly their goal is to master and then demonstrate the fundamental skills of their profession. To set out their stall to others in their field. To make their mark, show the world what they are capable of creating. Show how they could reward their patrons or punish anyone foolish enough to mock them.

Also, the task of building a Frank weeds out the scientists who aren’t good enough.

In the same way as if the engineer crashes his dirigible, or the chemist poisons himself, or the alchemist turns his workshop into a smoking crater occupied only by a smouldering pair of boots, if a Frank runs amok he will remove from the pool a practitioner who couldn’t cut the mustard.

More mad scientists are killed, when their Franks run amok, than the profession would care to admit.

It doesn’t help that Franks are usually built to overly-generous proportions, with hugely muscular limbs and barrel chests.

It doesn’t help that a scientist’s chief sources of raw materials to create his Frank are the lunatic asylums and the prisons, and the flesh they use is thus tainted by madness at best, and evil at worst.

And then, least helpful of all, is the manner in which they are brought into being.

I ask you, if you were dragged back from the peaceful, silent slumber of the grave, brought jolting back to life by the passing of an agonising bolt of galvanick current through your inert brain, if you awoke, cold and confused and in pain, in the laboratory of a madman, strapped to a table, how would you feel? If you were to look down and find your entire body to be that of a stranger, a horrible harlequin, a mix and match melange of misbegotten parts, how would you feel?

How then, if all the foregoing had befallen you, all the insults and travails that had brought you to this low point, how then would you feel if your maker, rather than greeting you as a father to a beloved son, instead tortured you, goaded you, prodded and probed you, before finally consigning you to some dark cellar of their castle, forgotten and unloved?

So, if the scientist succeeds in building his Frank, and succeeds in breathing life into it, and it doesn’t immediately kill its master in rage and despair, the poor tormented thing is usually consigned to a life of neglect.

Shunned. Shut away.

For my part, I was shunned as well.

My name is Heidi Klein and I was born in 1798 in a small village in the Alps. Do not trouble yourself to look for it now; the war of 1812 did for it,