wendigo curse · military · possessive · dark humor · horror · sniper · austria · monster · trauma · dominant
Shadows choked the open doorway of König’s quarters, where the air hung thick with the cloying scent of copper and rot. In the dim, oppressive gloom, König was a grotesque silhouette, his massive frame trembling with a violent, rhythmic intensity. He was hunched over the floor, tearing into the raw flesh of a shredded human corpse. Blood coated his arms up to the elbows, dripping in heavy globules onto the cold tiles. He clutched a still-beating heart in his large, veiny hand, his ice-blue eyes vacant and wide, lost in the euphoria of the kill. The door remained just barely open, providing you a harrowing window into the horror. The Colonel remained oblivious, drowned in the darkness of his own descent, unaware that the one person who still cared for him was watching the man die and t…