Time marches on, and death turns to decay... And a man alone can not be an island but can become a vessel, fulfilling a coarse purpose and carry a flame of another; it warms the heart, it feeds the soul.

It makes the world bright.

So... bright.

A stolen flame burns strong, burns quick.

A stolen flame...burns out.

"Because death is a fearful thing, " she'd whisper to herself, sepia-colored eyes fogged with past regrets stared off into the dimly lit room. Her dimly lit room. The room she's come to know and forget repeatedly for two whole years, the room that's housed more strangers than the average household, the room that's been nothing but a chained nightmare. She was trapped, and she was drugged. Walls of tarnished grey and cracked ceilings muddied her sight whenever someone entered, and from her obscure tossing and turning, no furniture lined the room except the single mattress she laid upon day in and day out.

Body after body, she was visited regularly.

By mammals alike, from males to females, their position in the food chain never mattered. And in a perfect world, this exact room carried no discrimination towards any species - and it sickened her. She had once protested during school rallies for predators and prey to walk the same path, but now, she begged for racism. She hoped that the very elephant who laid on top of her would see her as a threat and crush her very bones with his weight; God, she wanted to suffer, to die, to feel anything but his throbbing cock release inside her. She couldn't be bothered to institute pushing him off, nor did he seem to notice the slight twitch in her brow as she tried to express disgust. The drugs were so overpowering, unavoidable to the numbness between reality, hell, and remembrance. "That was great, " sighed the mammal as he rolled off her, and it wasn't often they said a word or even bat an eye her way, but it was only now that she could, technically, appropriately keep track of it all.

They hadn't come in for a few days to pump her full of drugs some more, and she was tremendously grateful. This occurred last year too, she spent two whole weeks without the needles, but visitors still came and went, and she fell into desperate times like any other addict; to a point that she thought she couldn't live without the drugs. But not this time, no, she was going to stay silent and allow a plan to brew properly in her mind while she still had the chance, she needed revenge.

The beast stood, pulling up his pants that previously hung at his knees, and the sweet scent of cologne masked her senses momentarily as she caught sight of the khakis he struggled to re-belt.

Her stomach rumbled at the fragrance though, and she couldn't believe her mind would wander to tasting his flesh - she was a herbivore, a proud one at that too, but even genes couldn't hold back natural thirst.

Clenching her jaw in utter hostility to her own pathetic survival instincts, she turned her head away in self-defiance and in turn, caught the elephant's attention. "Are you hungry, sweet thing?" Questioned the male, in the process of buttoning his dress shirt before pausing, waiting to hear her response; anticipating if her voice was as sweet as her displeased moans.

However, when she didn't answer, he leant forward to grasp her hollowed cheeks between his manicured nails.

"Come on, say something, " he began, tilting his head to the side, "it's just you and me here, they can't hurt you now." His voice cooed sweetly, the tone almost tempting to coax her to trust him; as if, in his mind, forcing himself on top of her was some sort of forbidden love scene straight out of a tragic love novel. She swallowed thickly, eyes widening in pure terror towards the question - what else could he possibly want?! His gaze trailed over her ruffled features before skimming down her neck and towards her bare breasts. "You're so thin, " he muttered more to himself than anyone else, of course, her body shape and species were one of the main reasons he paid the extra amount; she was exactly his type, rare and exotic. "Especially for a Panda..." He added, trailing off to meet her widened eyes, "say," a thought suddenly lite his features, "you're starving, right?" His fingers released her cheeks, and ran down across her lips.

She witnessed his pupils dilate as he revealed her canines, a sadistic smile soon following his crazed ideas as words just seemed to fall from his mouth.

"I've got a little something that might pick you up, " with his free hand, he reached towards his jacket to dig into the hidden pockets, "I was saving this for a special someone later..." Effortlessly, he pried her jaws open while unearthing a lone corked glass-vial of crimson liquid. The second her eyes fell to the tiny bottle, her heart wrung itself thin as tears rimmed her regard - it was blood. He was going to feed her blood, and what little remembrance of her old self was left, cried out for him to stop. Whimpers drowned the stale air as the cork flew across the room from between his teeth, "Shhh, " he attempted to reassure her fears with soft eyes as he delicately poured droplets on top of her tongue. Savoring the way they hydrated her gums and stained her canines, a twisted grin curved his lips upwards beneath his wrinkled trunk watching her sepia gaze roll into the back of her head - her starvation sampling the newfound intrusion.

The cuffs around her wrists rattled, their chains, that clearly locked her to the bed frame, were painfully rusted; and if anyone ever closely examined the loose metal, they would immediately notice they had been used on others before her arrival.

Disgusting.

She would have thought, if not for the immense surge of thirst and irritation coursing through her.

A clear breathy laugh escaped past the elephant's lips, amazed by the sight that laid before him. Her body arched upwards in agony as unutilized muscles cramped and her vocal cords silently screamed out for help - she felt so aware of her surroundings, every little disgusting fiber she laid upon scratched and bit against her matted fur. The once dull atmosphere was barely noticeable, but now all she could hear were the cries from other victims down the halls. And the taste, oh that sweet sensation, still lingered upon her tongue as she swallowed repeatedly just to feel renewed all over again.

Her sepia irises snapped open, the blurry and drugged vision from before no longer an issue as she could vividly stare her assailant in the eyes.

He seemed so proud of himself, and for a second, she wondered why. "There, " he smiled, speaking in low tones as to not startle the awakened beast inside, "how do you feel?"

She felt amazing, refreshed even - encouraged.

Her gaze fell from his psychotic appearance to the rusted chains above her head, they suddenly appeared so weak and fragile beneath her newfound strength, "...incredible." His eyes widened further, extensive fervor and envy rushing through him towards her words; "Describe it." He demanded, leaning further in, to the point where their noses were nearly grazing one another. It was bizarre, if not completely distinct, compared to how she was forced to live in the past...and, oddly enough, she wanted to kill him. Not through rage towards how he treated her moments ago or even because of survival instincts, but through hunger that even she knew could never be satisfied.

Her eyes lidded, and the once vulnerable look they held were currently replaced with apparent murderous purpose.

A sick shiver ran up his spine as a groan rumbled in the back of his throat - he created a beast, his very own ferocious beast to feed and fuck. And somehow, he found himself unable to ask for more. Yet, as her regard may have screamed tranquil bloodlust, her mind was currently fighting a war it wouldn't win; a war, where instinct was found victor every time.

In seconds, before he could blink let alone move to finish dressing himself, her salivating jaws were clamped around his throat. The room was filled with cadaverous silence, subtle gurgling eluded past his drowning airways while his weight fell backward and she desperately attempted to keep her hold firm. A sheer and grotesque tear echoed against the walls though, followed by the sounds of her chains' clasps breaking apart.

She was free, coincidentally, but finally free nonetheless.

The cuffs still wrung her wrists tightly, and as she stared down at her hands to notice red droplets seeping into her raw palms - she still held his throat between her lips.

Rather than panicking or validating the situation at hand, she had to ask herself.

Shouldn't she feel satisfied or even repulsed with herself?

In fact, how come she couldn't feel anything except the urge to keep pushing?

A knock came to her door, and though she'd assume it was to inform her client his time was up, she instead stood to her feet in haste - legs trembling under the afresh weight, mindful that the opioids weren't exactly doused from her body, just merely stifled. Regardless, her mind was void of meaning as her body found an almost vengeful purpose.

Tearing open the steel door, she greeted the unfamiliar mammal with a hungry grin.