I tried to speak, but even that was impossible. My throat was dry, as if every drop of water had vanished at once.
Confused, I glanced at Elizabeth—and an overwhelming, and uncontrollable urge surged.
Bite her, taste her, devour her. The sensation kept growing, twisting and knotting in my stomach.
This wasn't right. Not at all. I did a lot of terrible things before, but never anything like this—I wasn't sick enough to eat a human. Simulation or not.
Getting out before losing control completely became urgent. Legs shook violently while forcing to my feet, each movement a struggle.
By the time I reached the kitchen , the world looked unreal. Colors sharpened and warped, every shadow twitching as though alive.
And then I saw it. Raw meat, piled high on the counters and cutting boards, glistening under the candle light.
