WARNING
This story contains strong language, sensitive themes, violence, and psychologically intense scenes.
Read at your own risk.
Also, expect wrong grammar, typographical errors, and chaotic writing moments-I'm human, not perfect.
If any of these may trigger you, feel free to skip.
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I was never born normal.
There was always something dark living inside me—something violent, starving, and impossible to control. While others feared monsters, I slowly became one.
The hunger only grew stronger with time.
Blood fascinates me.
The scent of it.
The warmth of it.
The beautiful silence that comes after someone takes their final breath beneath my hands.
And when I lose control, I don’t just kill—
I destroy.
For a moment, the chaos inside me finally disappears. But satisfaction never lasts, because no matter how much blood I spill…
I always crave more.
Sometimes, I wonder if I was born human at all… or if I was destined to become a monster from the very beginning.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The Hunger Beneath My Skin
ActionI was never born normal. There was always something dark living inside me-something violent, starving, and impossible to control. While others feared monsters, I slowly became one. The hunger only grew stronger with time. Blood fascinates me. The s...
