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◓ Maze ◓ I am starving !! And being hungry for food-loving people like me means something even more horrible than World War III has happened. I must stuff something very fast to calm my grumbling stomach. It's already 5:30 PM. I was so famished. He didn't even let anyone bring me something to eat. Even my stomach started protesting against me by making various strange noises. I clasped my stomach and squeeze it to calm it down. But I failed.

Chapter One Hundred And Eight Zara’s POV I wake up to the sound of my rumbling stomach, a sensation that has become all too familiar in the past few weeks. It's not just hunger; it's a deep, gnawing craving that seems to consume my every thought. The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own.

"Of course, let's start from when you passed out this morning. How were you feeling leading up to that moment?" Elena furrowed her brow, her mind retracing the events of the morning. She took a deep breath before answering Dr. Clara's question. "Well, I remember feeling incredibly hungry and nauseous at the same time. My head was pounding, and I was feeling incredibly dizzy. I suppose the stress from the workload in my office could have triggered all of this." Dr. Clara nodded, making notes in the file she held in her hands."Good, that's nice!" Dr. Clara nodded, her pen moving swiftly across the pages of the file in her hands, capturing Elena's responses.

Her eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her as she checked the documents piled up on her desk. Unbeknownst to her, time kept passing, and lunchtime finally arrived. Since Karina still had a lot of work to do, she decided to eat at the end of the lunch break. However, when she tried to focus on continuing her work during lunchtime, Karina suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. It was a pain she had never felt before, causing her to furrow her brow and hold her bulging belly. "Ouch!" Karina held her stomach, considering the pain to be mere indigestion. She stood up from her chair and headed towards the restroom. However, just a few steps away from her desk, Karina felt dizzy and h

As soon as the first spoonful reached my stomach, a loud growl followed, and I looked around the room embarrassed. "Yikes! It sounds like you haven't eaten in almost three months, geez," she remarked, making her way out while I focused back on the soup in front of me. Relishing every spoonful, I could feel bits of energy slowly returning to me. Finally, warmth returned to my freezing body. I didn't want to rush it despite my extreme hunger, to avoid overeating and getting a stiff stomach, which would land me in the hospital.

My stomach growled loudly, so loud I actually froze a little. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath. Hungry. Again. And not just hungry—starving. The kind of hunger that makes your head warm and your chest ache. Was it stress? Was it fear? Was it— I cut the thought off. I wasn’t ready for it. Not now.

Gives me the ‘pass out’ sensation in the deepest parts of my stomach. Today starts on a very different note. I blink into a new morning with a brain splitting headache and a very angry stomach, that just won’t stop grumbling. Yup, that’s what happens to you the next day, when a certain six foot something, grey eyes, obsessed with black Italian man starts the morning with you and you refuse to eat to spite him - who doesn’t even care that you starve to death. So, yeah, I didn’t eat the whole of yesterday. Twenty- four hours hunger strike in a fit of rage. Like what the fuck did I do?

" If you eat too much food, you're going to get so fat and you're stomach is gonna be like a balloon," I chuckled at my silly joke which no one was obviously buying. Max furrowed his brows probably having a thought about what I said but after seconds of thinking, he looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders. " Pass me your plate please," I scoffed before pushing my tray of plate towards him which he didn't hesitate to grab. " You should at least have something, I don't want you starving yourself," A sudden strong wave of headache pounded on my head, nearly knocking me off. I painfully whimpered, bringing my hand to the side of my head and feeling my temperature suddenly rising.

He looked like he was trying to physically push a headache out of his skull. "I’m not hungry, Andrea," he said, his voice sounding cold. I stood by the desk, clutching the warm flask. "You must have a massive headache. You didn't eat anything at home before you rushed out of the house. You can't run a company on an empty stomach and a hangover."

My head pounded with a dull, persistent ache, like a drumbeat of despair behind my eyes, and my chest still felt like someone had tied a rope tightly around it, suffocating me, squeezing the air out of my lungs with every shallow breath. I practically rushed to the kitchen, drawn by an animalistic urge. My stomach twisted from hunger, with a sharp, urgent pain that overshadowed everything else, even the lingering humiliation. I hadn't eaten in what felt like days, only vague sips of water whenever I could sneak them. Every fiber of my being screamed for sustenance.