Sonia whimpered as she watched the towering monstrosity slowly emerge from the swirling steam pouring out of the cracked egg that leaked a red, viscous substance—and then, its full, horrifying form was unveiled before her.
Standing at a staggering sixteen meters tall—twice the size of the normal dinosaur she had initially envisioned in her memories—was a creature resembling a Tyrannosaurus Rex to be exact, twisted into something far more grotesque than the dangerous lizard itself. Its body was a nightmarish fusion of reptilian terror and humanoid muscle, its limbs thick with sinewy power, its claws elongated like the talons of a dragon.
Though, it's head resembled the exact copy of a typical Tyrannosaurus, the body had a different structure. And instead of scales, it's skin was smooth, having a red, bioluminescent and transparent property.
Sonia screamed, noticing the writhing appendages came from it's back.
"Help!" she shrieked, her voice raw with a spoken terror.
But her cry was abruptly silenced as one of the monstrous tendrils shot forward, gagging her, forcing itself deep into her throat. A surge of blinding light erupted from the appendage—the creature was injecting something into her. Sonia could feel scorching liquids flooding her insides, searing through her veins like molten fire.
After an eternity of agony and suffocation, the tentacle retracted, sliding away from her large intestine, then through her throat, making a slight pop noise when it made its way through her lips, this made her cough violently—Sonia's body fell week as fragmented memories surged back into her mind, filling her with an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment. A smile curled on her lips as visions of happier times consumed her.
She remembered waking at dawn, listening to her mother's soothing voice as they prepared breakfast together. She recalled sneaking outside, stealing glimpses of the breathtaking landscape beyond her home.
These memories filled her with joy, living her in a trance. Taking the chance, the monster drew her closer with it's tentacles—raising her slightly above it's head as it opened it's mouth, jaws wide open and saliva drawing like adhesive.
Just as the beast prepared to snap its jaws around her fragile body, a sudden disturbance echoed through the forest—the unmistakable sound of rapid footsteps crushing dry leaves and snapping twigs beneath heavy boots.
Sensing the figure with it's binocular vision, it caught a glimpse of what looked like or was a man, adorned in barbarian gear, a clock draped from his head to his shoulders, sealing his identity—his bare muscular being visible with a sword in his hand.
The monster watched as the mysterious hero leaped into the air, his blade poised to strike as he freed Sonia of her restraints—slicing the tentacles in the process of doing so. In that moment she was suspended for seconds in the air, giving him time to grab the young lady and avoid the Rex's jaws snapping on their flesh.
The two rolled on the sandy shores, this sudden movement breaking their fall without causing further damage. Sonia coughed loud, red pulsing liquid coming from her throat.
The mysterious hero looked at her with a sense of concern, then he spoke in order to assure her she was safe, "Don't fret, you are safe," he said, but that was the least of his predicament as the the towering monstrosity he had saved her from still breathed—growling with anger.
The monstrous Tyrannosaurus Rex charged, prompting the hero to act as quick as he could, charging at the monster head-on—being forced to leave Sonia who was writhing in pain, her arms wrapped carefully from her stomach to her back.
The monster raised it's clawed hand, ready to swipe at the hero but it was unsuccessful in unleashing it's as the hero went away with it's arm, slicing it off with great precision.
"Off with that attack!," he declared.
The Tyrannosaurus roared in pain, it's open wound spraying a fountain of blood, staining the pool of glistening water beside them. The hero wasted no time to attack, he charged at it again before it had time to vent out it's inner rage.
Running skillfully on the Tyrannosaurus' red smoothed skin, the mysterious hero leaped into the air.
Raising his blade, poised to strike it's head, the hero had seen this as a chance of victory but he was mistaken. The monster turned it's gaze to the hero, it's glowing eyes peering into his soul and at that moment of vulnerability, it was evident that the monster grinned widely—mocking the man.
Then, it launched it's tentacles.
The hero though, stayed surprisingly calm which looked shocking, even for any brave knight or merchant as this mysterious hero was close to death. Displaying the reason for his calmness, the hero slashed at the tentacles—destroying every single one of it with an individual swipe of his blade.
This rugged movement finally gave way for the man's identity to be revealed: A man, a very handsome man, his face structure well sculpted with long silky black hair being raised by the winds that blew into his face.
The rage-filled look in his eyes gave him away as a warrior who had experienced worst scenarios in his life and this was just, and this was just the little of it.
The monster's gaze widened as it had seen the face of death, staring back at it in the form of a man. A single, devastating slash—and the beast's head toppled from its shoulders. A geyser of blood erupted, raining down in a macabre shower, drenching the hero in crimson.
He stood motionless, tilting his head back as the blood washed over him, cleansing the grime from his skin.
But then—a sound.
A woman's weak, shuddering moan.
The hero's eyes snapped open. Through the haze of red, he could make out a distinct view of Sonia—now standing upright, her back turned to him. Her figure was striking, her curves accentuated by the tattered remains of her clothing.
Concern overrode all the allure which he had felt just by gazing upon such a majestic structure.
"Woman, are you well?," he asked with a tone of concern but Sonia never answered, standing perfectly still.
Suddenly, her shoulders jerked slightly, a soft laughter emerging from her throat. The hero found her behavior quite strange, but then Sonia did something that slightly disturbed him.
Rip—
Sonia tore at the little piece of clothing she had left, like a feral human that had gone on a madness spree. The hero took a step closer, but this action had alerted her—her body jerked slightly as she turned to face the man, her full nude form being present for him to see.
The heroic man couldn't bare the sight before him and taking the wise route, he block his gaze with his hand—the space in his fingers giving him the chance to see her face.
She was beautiful—
The young man couldn't turn his gaze from Sonia's bright blue eyes. Sonia stared at him, a stone cold look in her eyes, but then her soulless demeanor changed abruptly—a widened grin spreading from ear to ear.
The man watched this scene unfold, but another phenomenon had occurred: Like a shadowy, spreading across nations, Sonia's snow white hair began to darken—changing color to it's original state.
Not only did it change in color, it changed in length—covering the parts that gave an impression that she was a female.
The hero, shocked by this phenomenon, slowly dropped his hand and by doing so, his gaze was partially blocked for a few seconds. This sudden gesture had made him vulnerable to whatever Sonia was turning too.
As his hand fully dropped, Sonia was gone—vanished into what seemed like nothingness. The hero—shocked by this strange phenomenom, stood firm, ready to face any attack or unexpected jumpscare.
'Where did she go?,' he thought, glancing around.
And in that instant, he felt something emerged from behind him, followed by the rustling of leaves. The hero turned his back to face whatever that was.
Nothing.
This false alarm gave him away as a vulnerable prey and the real threat lunged at him from his blindspot.
Sonia emerged from nowhere, atleast what seemed to be Sonia. This towering monstrosity made the real person a mere shadow as whatever was on top of the hero, biting at the space between them as the hero held his own against his opponent was a result of whatever was fed by the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Her once-delicate features were now twisted into something far too devilish for comfort—yellow eyes glowing against black sclera, razor-sharp teeth glistening with saliva. Her skin had turned a deep, bloody red, her nails now vicious claws that scraped against his blade as she pinned him down.
She loomed over him, her dark hair cascading like a shadowy curtain around them.
Then—she laughed. A low, flirtatious chuckle as her tongue—wet and grotesquely elongated—slithered across his face.
Disgust and fury surged through the hero. With a grunt, he drove his knee into her stomach, sending her crashing onto her back.
He scrambled to his feet, wiping the slime from his face, his grip tightening on his sword.
Sonia rose slowly, her laughter unhinged, her body coiled like a predator ready to strike.
The two stood frozen—a deadly standoff.
Only one would walk away alive.
And both were ready to fight to the death.