Chapter 29 - Two Wounded Souls

Claire

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Claire Parker - Sixteen Years Old.

The hunger had taken hold of me like a vice, tightening its grip with every passing second. It was as if my entire body had turned against me, and I was held hostage by an insatiable need.

My fingers twitched uncontrollably, like spiders crawling under my skin. The sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of what I desperately wanted. It was as if invisible hands were reaching out from inside, urging me to satisfy the relentless itch that consumed me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging. They spilled down my cheeks. I tried to blink them away, to clear my vision, but they kept flowing, a physical manifestation of the torment I felt.

I wanted to scream, to let out the frustration and agony that threatened to overwhelm me. So, I clung to the door, my knuckles white.

"Please," I cried, I intertwined my hands and dropped to my knees, "Please, I won't ask for anything else," I begged Scott as he stood in the corner of the