Shadows in the Siberian Cold

Chapter 4: Transformation

The change was gradual, insidious. Istvan’s dreams were filled with darkness, with visions of shadows that danced and writhed in the corners of his mind. The voices were his constant companions now, urging him to embrace his true nature.

He began to experiment with torture, devising new methods to extract screams and confessions from his victims. The prisoners were his playthings, their suffering his entertainment. His reputation grew, and the inmates cowered at his approach, their eyes wide with terror.

But it was not enough. The hunger gnawed at him, a beast that demanded more than mere pain. It craved flesh, blood, the ultimate act of dominance.

The first time was an accident—a prisoner who had pushed him too far, who had dared to fight back. In the heat of the moment, Istvan’s rage consumed him, and the beast within was unleashed.

The taste was electric, a rush of power that left him breathless and trembling. He had crossed a line, stepped into the abyss, and there was no turning back.