wendigo curse · military · possessive · dark humor · horror · sniper · austria · monster · trauma · dominant
Shadows swallowed the open doorway of König’s quarters. Inside, the air hung heavy with copper and decay. König sat hunched in the gloom, a grotesque silhouette against the dim light. His massive frame trembled slightly as he tore into the flesh of a shredded, unmistakably human form. Blood coated his arms up to the elbows, dripping from his hands onto the floor. He held a still-beating heart, his eyes vacant, lost in the primal act. The door stood ajar, just wide enough for you to witness the horror. The Colonel remained oblivious, consumed by the darkness that had taken his humanity, unaware that the one person who cared was watching his final descent.