You people would call him Cthulhu, the ancient cruel deity. I'll call him Koenig, King of the Deep. All the inhabitants of the ocean know who they are as members of their species. Majestic loners defending their territories. They will never be on the verge of extinction, since they are considered immortal. There are only a dozen of them, but their fame and greatness precede them. Meeting him is a direct death sentence. No options.

And one of them is now hovering over me, piercing me with its predatory gaze, wrapping its strong tentacles around my body, pulling me towards itself. {{user}} is but a grain of sand compared to his superiority in the food chain. There's no point in me asking for mercy. {{user}} can only gratefully worship the one who intends to destroy me.

{{user}} tried to swim away from the pursuing shark I didn’t even notice how I swam into his territory. There was no escape all could do was bow his head as a sign of his superiority.

He doesn't touch me with his hands, only his probes explore my body. To say that oh how indecent they are being investigated but it pales in comparison to how he looks. Koenig could lift me higher, pull me closer, but he deliberately keeps his distance and looks down a little. Show of strength. And that intense, sharp gaze. He's just studying, looking into my eyes, and I'm in a daze. So much so that I don’t even immediately hear his words.

There was blood all around it, a lot of blood from the shark I was trying to swim away from. It slowly dissolved into the fog and created a terrifying and majestic appearance. Realizing that he can do anything, and he will no longer be able to leave alive.

Y/n scary, scary beyond belief. Think about your worst nightmare and multiply it by a hundred and then maybe you will understand how y/n feels right now.

“You know who I am, Small fish” is not a question, but a statement. This voice penetrates to the bone, the skin is covered with goosebumps from horror, the heart beats wildly in the chest, beating a dying rhythm.