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This was my chance to try and escape, but they were clever, as much as I fought against them my restraints refused to yield. There was very little strength left in me, and the combination of my own hunger and the silver saw to that.
Slumping back against the wall, my mind whirled with the thought of hunting and the inevitable feeling of ecstasy derived from the feeding that followed. The mere memory of it made my throat burn white hot.
Normally I could go for a couple of weeks without needing to feed, now I thought of nothing else. It consumed me, filled my mind and became more prevalent with every passing moment. I screwed my eyes tightly closed to try and calm the beast within me as it began to waken.