A Cradle Stained with Blood, The Beast's Mark
The world as Eunha knew it was an endless pitch-black void, yet the presence of the predator that sought to devour her pressed in far more violently than any visual cue ever could.
Thud. Thud. Massive footsteps crushed the cold marble floor of the hospital room and came to a halt. Eunha’s slender back pressed against the wall in the corner. There was nowhere left to run. With her vision gone, her other senses tore apart the monster’s bulk, its heat, and its horrific stench, ramming every detail straight into her brain.
A body weight that easily exceeded ninety kilograms. Lungs so grotesquely powerful that each breath made the entire room’s air tremble. But what triggered Eunha’s primal terror most of all was the thick, revolting reek of male mucus that cut through the blood and vibrated in the air.
Grrruuuh. Hrrruuuh. The beast shoved its snout close to the crown of her head and drew in a deep, greedy breath. Eunha’s fragile body shook like a leaf in a gale. One hundred sixty-two centimeters tall and weighing barely fifty kilograms, her slim, delicate frame was drenched in cold sweat born of terror. Her porcelain-pale skin, untouched by sunlight, glistened with it. The straight black hair that fell to her waist still carried an eerie, almost mystical aura even in this blood-soaked room. Her unfocused, cloudy silver pupils held the absolute despair of a herbivore cornered by a predator.
In the darkness, the beast’s glowing crimson eyes licked over its fragile prey. A predator trapped inside a monstrous body while still retaining every scrap of its human intellect. Deep within that enormous mass of fur, the lingering male instincts of the man it once was began to rage wildly at the sight of Eunha crouched on the floor.
Even though the world had ended and he had become a grotesque monster, he had no desire to mate with another beast. The only creature he wanted to pierce with his savage seed and claim forever was the perfectly beautiful, utterly helpless human female before him. Even the faint rise and fall of her small breasts beneath the thin hospital gown served as exquisite fuel for his extreme sadism and lust for dominance.
Sliiide. The beast lowered its massive head toward Eunha’s face. Hot, wet breath ghosted across her pale cheek. She swallowed a gasp, unable even to scream. The sound of the creature’s jaws parting rang in her ears.
Slurp. Lick. A tongue as rough as sandpaper and scorching hot dragged up her cheek. It savored the salty blend of tears and cold sweat with obsessive, sticky strokes—no, with a tongue that moved like greedy hands.
“Ah…!”
A thin moan slipped from between Eunha’s lips. The beast’s saliva clung thickly to her pale skin. The tongue did not stop at her cheek. It followed the trails of cold sweat down her slender throat, then slipped beneath the thin collar of her gown to scrape roughly over her collarbones and the bare skin of her chest.
Riiip. Squish. Every time the tiny barbs on the beast’s tongue scraped across her delicate flesh, a sickening friction and stinging pain spread through her. Was she being eaten? Or was this the beast’s twisted play? Eunha’s mind flickered white. Yet the most primal instinct of any living thing—to survive—forced her trembling fingertips to move.
If she resisted, that massive jaw would surely clamp onto her neck and tear it open. Tears streaming down her face, Eunha cautiously reached out with hands that had been groping blindly through the air.
Slide. Her slender fingers brushed the thick scruff of the beast’s neck. Stiff, dense black fur. To survive, to appease this horrific predator, she slowly stroked the coarse pelt with her shaking palms. A pitiful attempt to soothe a giant mastiff. The moment that careful, fragile touch traveled through its hide and into its nervous system—
Crunch. From the beast’s lower body came a grotesque sound that defied human understanding. A sickening grind like muscle tearing and bones expanding. Eunha’s delicate caress had been the fatal trigger that completely shattered the last thread of sanity the male had been clinging to in his rut.
Drip. Splatter. Squish. Hot, sticky mucus began pouring onto the marble floor like a waterfall. Between the beast’s hind legs, a black sheath thicker than a grown man’s forearm slid completely back. What emerged was a monstrous red pillar of terrifying length. It was no mere organ of flesh and blood. A bone—os penis—ran like a steel rod straight through the center of the massive reproductive organ. With that iron-hard core, the beast’s cock hardened like living rock and stabbed into the air. Thick veins writhed like worms across the shaft, radiating extreme heat. At its base, the bulbous knot swelled grotesquely, ready to burst, prepared to rip apart a female’s inner walls.
An overwhelming mass closer to a murder weapon than anything a human’s narrow, fragile pelvis could ever hope to accept. The endless flow of precum dripping from the tip of that monstrous thing landed on the tops of Eunha’s bare feet, burning her like scalding oil.
Grrruuuuh! The beast’s breathing grew into a storm as it plunged into extreme rut. A destructive sexual urge to spread this fragile female’s legs, mercilessly ram the bone-hard shaft inside her, and swell the knot to its limit. The exact moment the beast’s enormous weight began to tilt over Eunha’s body—
“M… Mom…”
An unconscious murmur escaped Eunha’s lips. In the depths of terror and despair, the first thing a blind human reached for was the name of blood kin.
“Is anyone… there? Little brother…”
It was Eunha’s fatal mistake. The tragedy of a blind woman who had not yet realized that only the two of them remained in the world. But to the ears of a male already deep in rut, those words translated into something entirely different. The female he was meant to perfectly possess and dominate was daring to long for the presence of other humans. Even surrounded by his overwhelming pheromones and heat, she invoked the name of a “blood relative”—another male, her younger brother. It was the most vicious provocation imaginable against a beast in heat.
Grrrrrrrk! A horrific grinding sound erupted from the beast’s throat, like gears made of teeth meshing together. For an instant, the temperature inside the room seemed to plummet. The wet tongue that had been licking her neck vanished. The scorching heat that had been crushing down on her was ripped away into thin air.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The four massive paws that had been about to pin her down turned and headed for the door. Footsteps receding. Soon the beast’s presence vanished completely down the far end of the corridor.
“Ah…”
Eunha collapsed onto the empty floor of the hospital room, gasping for breath. Cold sweat soaked her entire body. It left. That monster left without eating me. Relief and exhaustion crashed over her at the same time. Yet the icy fear crawling down her spine refused to disappear. The stench of blood and death that filled every corner, along with the revolting male mucus the beast had left behind, constantly reminded her that this place was hell.
How much time had passed? From the far end of the now-silent hospital corridor, dull tearing sounds began again.
Riiip. Crunch. Squish. The sound of something heavy—a lump of meat—being dragged across the floor. And the sickening noise of bones and flesh being crushed at regular intervals. Eunha’s heart began to hammer wildly once more.
Thud. Thud. It was that monster. The footsteps crossed the threshold of the single-patient room where she crouched. Eunha hugged her knees with both arms and struggled not to make a single sound. The enormous shadow fell over her once again. This time the stench of blood was far thicker and more nauseating. Along with the beast’s rough breathing, she felt something heavy and wet being brought right up to her face.
Thump. Splat. A heavy, cold weight dropped onto her thigh, right over the thin hospital gown.
“Hiiik!”
Eunha flinched in terror. But the thing that had landed on her lap did not roll away. It stayed there. A mass that felt both soft and rigidly skeletal. From its base, lukewarm, sticky fluid poured endlessly, soaking the legs of her gown a deep red.
What is this? With trembling hands, Eunha reached out to feel the unidentified object on her knees. For a blind woman, the sense of touch in her fingertips was her only eyes.
Sticky. Scrape. The first thing her fingers met was hair that had already begun to stiffen. Short, thick strands clumped together with blood and filth. Her fingers moved past the hair and down over a round, spherical surface. A cold forehead. Below that, two hollow sockets where the eyeballs had been gouged out. The bony remains of the eye sockets. Eunha’s breathing grew ragged. Her fingertips were sending horrific information to her brain, but she denied reality and continued downward.
Crunch. Squish. The bone that should have been beneath the sockets was completely shattered. A crushed nasal bridge. Sharp fragments of broken cartilage stabbed into her palm. Below that, lips grotesquely torn apart. The mouth was ripped beyond recognition, and through the gaps she could feel jagged, broken teeth. Finally, both of Eunha’s hands wrapped around the base of the mass. Where the neck should have been. But instead of smooth skin, her fingers found only ragged bundles of muscle savagely torn by the beast’s fangs and the sharp, broken cross-section of cervical vertebrae.
From that mangled stump, a horrific mixture of still-warm red blood and sticky brain fluid poured out, running down Eunha’s wrists. Ah. Her lips trembled violently. The familiar bone structure. Though crushed and torn, the curve of the forehead and the angle of the jaw were exactly the face she had traced with her fingertips for over twenty years. The blood relative who, only hours ago, had been groping her thighs with a lewd grin. It was her younger brother’s severed head.
“Ah… Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
A scream like her throat was being torn apart burst from Eunha. She frantically shoved her brother’s severed head off her lap.
Roll. Splat. The crushed skull tumbled across the hospital room floor, spraying blood. Eunha clutched her face with both hands and vomited screams and bile at the same time. The price of searching for family was the shredded flesh of her own blood kin. The realization that the laws of the world had been completely overturned hammered at the fragile brain of a blind woman.
THUD! The enormous beast’s body crashed down on top of her.
“Ugh!”
Eunha’s scream was cut off instantly. Ninety kilograms of overwhelming weight crushed her slender body completely against the floor. Her back slammed against the cold marble, forcing all the air from her lungs. She couldn’t breathe. Massive forepaws pinned her fragile shoulders. Thick pectoral muscles and a heavy chest pressed mercilessly against her solar plexus and ribcage.
Slide. Riiip. The most horrifying sensation came from her lower body. The beast’s groin pressed tightly against her thin thighs and pelvis where she lay pinned. There, far more grotesquely swollen than before, the bone-hard pillar waited. Even through her clothes, the sharp hardness of the os penis and the bulbous, ready-to-burst knot transmitted themselves so vividly they felt as if they would pierce straight through her lower belly and the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
The scorching heat and sticky precum gushing from the beast’s massive cock instantly soaked through the legs of her hospital gown. The beast brought its savage snout right beside Eunha’s ear. Hot breath poured over her earlobe as if to scorch it.
Grrrrrrrrrr. A low, overwhelming growl boiled up from deep in the beast’s throat, like seismic waves. It was not conversation. There was no persuasion, no comfort—only the merciless verdict of an apex predator at the top of the food chain.
I have torn away and devoured every trace of any other male’s scent. The family you could rely on, the shallow morals of human society—none of it exists in this world anymore. In this blood-stained darkness, the only male who can possess your fragile body, rip it apart, and fill it with my savage seed is me alone.
The beast’s intense possessiveness and violent dominance carved themselves horrifically into the marrow of Eunha’s bones through that low, eerie vibration.