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Chapter 132: The Cravings

Autor: Cat Stories
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-05-01 20:58:38

Hunger is usually a hollow thing. It is a void in the stomach, a dull ache that reminds you of what you lack. I know hunger well. I lived with it for years in my father’s house, where dinner was often a negotiation between the electric bill and the grocery list.

But this hunger?

This is not hollow. It is solid. It is violent.

It wakes me from a deep, dreamless sleep at 0200 hours. It grabs me by the throat and shakes me. It isn't asking for sustenance. It is demanding tribute.

I sit up in the d
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