Chapter Six: Under The Table Sins, Part One
This entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings.
Thirst.
Of all the feelings I thought would favour me in this beguiling moment, the most peculiar, strongly vied to be the most dominant.
Thirst.
My throat was dry and in need of a deposit of moisture, but it was not parched. Water was not what I needed.
In that moment, as the Devil's sleek finger pads got increasingly familiar with my neck and my back made a horrifying discovery- I was thirsty for answers and famished, and only an escape plan could satiate my hunger.
I would love to seek comfort in denial and convince myself that I was faced by the unknown, but that would be insulting my inte
