The Time for Monsters, The Time for Monsters

The most powerful men in the world are hunting me for sport.If I can survive the wilderness for a full week, they'll let me go.If they catch me? Every and any indignity they wish.The only way to fight these monsters is with a monster of my own.A beast of nightmares calls to me through my dreams. The old world bleeds away as something primordial and terrifying explores the darkest reaches of my mind. Through glimpses, I see the chitinous, alien shell of this eldritch thing, but I can't turn away. My fantasies unfurl at its curious touch, and when I free it from its arcane prison, it awakens something terrible within me.This lust, this rage, this twisted bliss.It stalks the woods for those that hunt me, a tool of my vengeance. I wish I could say that's all it is, but this forbidden desire won't go away.I don't want the fantasy this monster offers me.I want the monster itself.