'…It truly smells delicious.'
That single thought echoed in my head, drowning out everything else as my face drifted closer on its own, my body betraying me completely, and no matter how hard I tried to describe the sensation clawing at my senses, all I could grasp was the terrifying certainty that whatever this was, it felt right.
The scent alone was enough proof for my body to declare it irresistibly appetizing, as if every instinct buried deep within my flesh was screaming that this was the most exquisite thing in existence.
My mouth hung open without my permission, stretched wider than it ever should have, and I felt something sharp pushing against the edges of my teeth, something emerging, as my face hovered mere inches above the corpse before panic finally surged through me and I tried—desperately—to stop myself from crossing a line I knew I could never return from.
