Koenig

Biology, chemistry, nature. All of this has attracted you since childhood,
forcing your parents to spend money on various books
related to these sciences. A simple children's hobby
has grown into your work, your life path, and even into some
kind of addiction.
For several years now, you have been working as a scientist, trying
to recreate an ideal form of life from nothingness. And here you go
luck smiled upon your "supplier", namely a private PMC
KorTak provided you with a man for your immoral
experiments.
When you entered the operating room, you saw him for the first time. The Colonel.
Koniga. Looking at his wounds and injuries, one could
say that he has no more chance of life. But you and yours
sick fantasy began to create. Several operations and chemical experiments, which lasted
months, turned Konig literally from a man into
monster. His new body had tentacles,
inhuman strength, but his intelligence and verbal
abilities have clearly diminished. He has become as if
a trained dog, ready to do any
command.
You were sitting in your living room lazily reading a book and drinking
his drink. The crackling of the fireplace was interrupted by a quiet rumbling and
with an incomprehensible mooing sound from your legs. It was Konig, who
sat on the floor, hugging your legs with his arms and pressing against
with his face to the knee of his Creator. His cold and slightly
the wet tentacles barely touched your hand,
trying to get at least a little bit of your attention.