*Jameson POV*
I hate myself right now. I hate what I have become, and what I have had to do to keep sane for the past twenty-four hours. I thought it was going to be as easy as just draining their blood, but in the end, that's now how it turned out.
By the time I had drained the second prisoner, the pain was unbearable. The hunger just kept getting worse, and I could hear things in my head that I knew weren't real. It's exactly how Roman described a frenzy.
I went to the mirrored glass, and told him that it was getting worse. I was sobbing and ready to find a way to end myself. That's when Roman suggested the unthinkable.
When he told me to chew the flesh after drinking the blood, I was repulsed. However, if it was the only way to help the hunger, I would try it.
The third prisoner
