Chapter 27
PATRICKS POV ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Days pass, but all is still. The occasional sound of passing tractors or animals hunting would echo in my frail and sensitive ears. The urge to tear them apart becoming slowly more tolerable but no less painful, it had been a week and I had not fed. I might just desecrate, but it will stop me from becoming a monster and I would willingly do anything now to stop that. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ I purged at my inner cravings and clung tightly to myself as another wave of pain crashed through my torso and chest, then down my arms and legs until easing as it reached my fingertips and toes. This would happen at least 30 times a day, and in-between I would sweat and churn inside for blood. ⠀⠀⠀ I had to get out of this rut, I needed to put my mind to something. I tried lifting myse
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