“I was pleading to him. Pleading to him to make it stop. On my knees, begging. The coils of cold wormed their way inside me, the curse already working it’s way into my bones and biology. I’m not sure why I begged. There wasn’t anything that he could do at that point to stop it… the only thing he could do was watch. Watch me writhe on the floor like a skewered blood snake.
There is a point in the transformation, where it reaches a climax. And it is at this point you wish with every ounce in you that you want to die. It’s at this point, the beast bursts out of you - stretches you, strengthens you, and eats you alive.
Everything you were is lost in that burst, because you’ve already surrendered. You already lost your will to keep control once the pain sets in. Because what else is there to do but let it take you?”