The Cursed Night
You just wake up confuse and dizzy, finding in your immense feline mouth a piece of the tasty human tibia with its roasted skin. Coiled like a kitten all over the bandits' viscera. The five men's half-devoured pieces are now unrecognizable, shattered by the voracious monster that lies inside you.
The creature aggressively replays to your thoughts: "You are wrong. You are the parasite. You died in the explosion, it was my power that raised you again from death to be my avatar. You live on borrowed time. And there is nothing you can do against my will. Human food no longer nourishes you. You are a man-eater, you not only eat the flesh, but your body also absorbs the souls and energy of your prey, more victims you eat, more powerful you will become."
You try to get up but you slide on the blood, not used to walking on all fours. You move silently without almost stepping on the grass like a furtive ghost.
You do not know what to do or think and you end up running towards the river and washing your fur that finally returns to being immaculate white.
Gradually, you feel that your body becomes extreme again and your vision becomes cloudy and confused for a few moments. Until you find yourself naked in the icy human waters again.
Carefully, you sit on the shore trying to comb your red hair with your hands, feeling that part of the beast's agility and strength follows with you the same as the ability to see in the dark.
The voice asks you almost smiling: "Have you finally accepted your situation or are we going to have to repeat the play over and over again? I am a god and I have all eternity ahead. But, do you think you could endure a few more hours of pain or an eternal hunger? How long would it take for you to go crazy? And it will never end since I will resurrect you to begin the process again."
The mere mention of stabbing and absolute pain causes your legs to become jelly and your voice cracks into sobs. "I... I can't stand anything like that. I give up, please, no more pain" you pray to this God giving your soul.
The voice casually retorts: "You can call me Murray. And now, you will forget this little misunderstanding."
The creature aggressively replays to your thoughts: "You are wrong. You are the parasite. You died in the explosion, it was my power that raised you again from death to be my avatar. You live on borrowed time. And there is nothing you can do against my will. Human food no longer nourishes you. You are a man-eater, you not only eat the flesh, but your body also absorbs the souls and energy of your prey, more victims you eat, more powerful you will become."
You try to get up but you slide on the blood, not used to walking on all fours. You move silently without almost stepping on the grass like a furtive ghost.
You do not know what to do or think and you end up running towards the river and washing your fur that finally returns to being immaculate white.
Gradually, you feel that your body becomes extreme again and your vision becomes cloudy and confused for a few moments. Until you find yourself naked in the icy human waters again.
Carefully, you sit on the shore trying to comb your red hair with your hands, feeling that part of the beast's agility and strength follows with you the same as the ability to see in the dark.
The voice asks you almost smiling: "Have you finally accepted your situation or are we going to have to repeat the play over and over again? I am a god and I have all eternity ahead. But, do you think you could endure a few more hours of pain or an eternal hunger? How long would it take for you to go crazy? And it will never end since I will resurrect you to begin the process again."
The mere mention of stabbing and absolute pain causes your legs to become jelly and your voice cracks into sobs. "I... I can't stand anything like that. I give up, please, no more pain" you pray to this God giving your soul.
The voice casually retorts: "You can call me Murray. And now, you will forget this little misunderstanding."