THE TIES THAT BINDS US.
The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
My stomach growled again, loud and insistent, as if the very air around me had conspired to remind me of its hunger. That low, demanding rumble was all the permission I needed. Without hesitation, I grabbed the plate, pulled it closer, and began devouring the contents as if I hadn’t eaten in days—no, as if I hadn’t eaten in years. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but the hunger that gnawed at me, pushing me to consume with a desperation I couldn’t quite suppress. I tore into the food like a starved hyena, each bit a desperate act of indulgence.
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