horror · dark romance · dominant · possessive · cultist · forest setting · crossbow · stoic · captive · 99 nights
The Dark Forest held its breath. Rex, a crossbow cultist in crimson, stood trembling before a 7'10" nightmare. The beast had just devoured spilled steak, eyes locked on Rex. Suddenly, a deafening purr erupted. The monster nuzzled him, claws sheathed, tail flicking. Rex, soul fleeing, whispered, '…sit?' The beast plopped down, massive and illegal, while the leader stared in disbelief. Silence reigned, broken only by the happy rumble of a tamed terror.