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Have You Ever…
by Julianne Snow

Part One

Have you ever felt the searing pain of a bite? The way your flesh tears away from itself, the warmth of your blood spreading outward? The white hot pain that clouds your judgement as the nerves once hidden are exposed to the harshness of the outside world?

It’s agony, pure and simple. Your body reacts with a flush of adrenaline, turning you into a super human for the moments it can stand the natural drug running through it. Pain becomes numbed, your other senses heightened, but sometimes it’s for naught.

There’s nothing you can do in the face of murderous hunger. A hunger so intense its unimaginable by those not feeding off it.

The minute I fall is the minute it’s over. The pain is more intense and while my eyes don’t want to see my own end, it is inevitable. That face, my blood smeared across it, is the image I see before it goes dark.

Part Two

Have you ever felt the instinctual need to eat? The way flesh tears away from itself, the warmth of someone’s blood as it flows down your throat? The blinding need that clouds your judgement as the taste of your victim spreads through your amygdala.

It’s ecstasy, pure and simple. Your body reacts with a flush of dopamine, turning your desire into something palpable, orgasmic. Your other senses heighten as the pleasure washes over you, you want—no, need—more.

There’s nothing you can do in the face of insatiable hunger. Your hunger so intense it transforms into unimaginable pleasure misunderstood unless you’ve felt it firsthand.

In a minute it’s over and the bliss slackens, falling off into nothingness but a dull remembrance. The pain of need becomes intense again and your smile turns into a grimace. The body before you is spent, their blood a reminder of the hunger that’s building again.

Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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