King

He entered the temple with his weapon at the ready, cold, calculating, not believing in myths. He had been told that an enemy might be hiding in this abandoned place. He did not pray - he searched. But something was wrong. The outside of the temple was in ruins, as befits forgotten shrines, but inside... clean. Not a speck of dust. As if it had just been built.

The floor was shiny, the air was fresh, and the walls emitted a strange warmth. He walked forward slowly, tapping the floor - a dull sound, as if there was emptiness under the boards. Intuition was right: he began to break the boards. But you were already watching him. With each blow, anger grew in your chest.

• To treat the temple so carelessly...

You whispered, standing behind him. He turned around abruptly. A giant. More than two meters tall, broad-shouldered, strong. His gaze was arrogant, his eyes contemptuous.

• What is a girl doing in this garbage temple?

He chuckled, raising one eyebrow. You frowned. Snap, and his body twisted. He screamed, clutching his face. His scream was hoarse.

• Bitch! What have you done!?

Scarlet, slippery, wet tentacles began to sprout from under his skin. They tore out, breaking through the fabric of his mask, wriggling as if alive. He howled, groaned, but did not fall. When the mutation was complete, he raised his head. His gray-blue eyes were bloodshot, capillaries burst, and his pupils narrowed with rage. He slowly rose to his full height.

And suddenly he stepped forward, moving closer with a sharp movement. His body hung over you like a wall. Mucus dripped from under his mask. His hand trembled and slowly slid to your neck, closed around it, squeezing slightly.

• What did you do to me, bitch...?

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