" A hand grabbed for me, grasping blindly through the icy water. The hand that has reached out to me as a child, that pulled me from misery and into a life of a different captivity. The hand that, guided by his brilliant mind, could accomplish delicate and sensitive operations that defied the fundamentals laws of life and death.

That hand would take my body and make it his own.

Victor would save me. And I wanted to live! Desperately. As I always had. For a moment I let myself consider it.

But if I lived, I would still die, and I would never have control of myself again. "

― Kiersten White , The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein