The Hunger
Have you ever felt a hunger so strongly...that it brings you to the brink of sanity? Something that gnaws on you? Something that slithers through your mind like an addiction...that tells you that you must feed? I feel that every single day. I sit quietly, watching people...eating their cattle and their pheasant, indulging in everything that this world has to offer them. They combine it with the crunch of various vegetables, maybe the warmth of a soup...Oh, how I wish I could feel that warmth. If only I could eat...
To bite down on flesh, rip it, gnaw the bone, break it and suck out the marrow...much like this man I once saw. He gnawed on a rib of what I assume was cattle, broke the ends off, and sucked on the marrow. For a child, it was an odd thing to see, until my own father allowed me to give in to my curiosity and try it for myself. It was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten...
But now? Now I cannot indulge in the delicacies of this world. I mustn't. It's not proper for a man such as I to...cut...and drink...and gnaw...and...oh how I hunger for the flesh. Flesh and blood is all I want, it's all I crave. But I can't...I can't do it...I can't give in to this hunger, or what I will become will be something I can no longer live with...But as I walk amongst them, they smell of delicious food, delicious things I can eat...things I want to eat. My body, my mind, my very soul begs me to just...just take a bite...maybe even a nibble. It's almost too much to handle...so I run. I run, and I hide, and...I smell something...something I can eat...something...I can't take it anymore!
She screams as I grab her. The crowd stop, stare in horror, as I take a bite. The blood is everywhere, the carotid artery severed, she bleeds out and dies quick. I do not stop feasting...the flesh is delicious...the flesh...sweet and succulent, like a fine wine paired with the finest of cattle cuts. "More..." I whisper to myself, "I must have more..."

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