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.