R Fear And Hunger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I freeze in place, my heart racing. Because now, it’s just not just pain. It's hunger.

The fear had momentarily suppressed her hunger, but now it gnawed at her with insistent ferocity. Spotting a large, flat rock nestled beneath the shade of an ancient oak, Riana gratefully sank onto its cool surface. Her backpack landed beside her with a heavy thud. Digging through its remaining contents, her fingers closed around a bag of tough beef jerky and a packet of dry rice cakes. The dryness of the food made her throat ache even more. With a sigh, she rummaged for her empty water bottle, a futile gesture. Then, remembering a small, almost forgotten reservoir of water tucked into a side pocket, she pulled it out with a surge of relief. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to moisten

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

My hunger had reached its limit, and the scent of nourishment overwhelmed my willpower. With trembling hands, I picked up the fork and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, satisfying my hunger and awakening a long-forgotten pleasure. The men observed my capitulation with a mix of relief and satisfaction, as if fulfilling their duty to ensure my survival. As the days turned into weeks, this ritual of nourishment and submission became a routine. Each meal brought with it a delicate dance of resistance and acquiescence. I tried to maintain my independence, my spirit unyielding, but the persistent pangs of hunger weakened my resistance.

They all recognized what was happening: the Hunger wasn't trying to win anymore. It was trying to take everything down with it. Aurora saw it too, and for the first time since awakening, fear entered her eyes. She knew exactly what came next. The Hunger's voice thundered across creation in a final declaration, a final threat, and a final act of desperation. IF I CANNOT HAVE THE DREAM... The stars began collapsing, the network screamed, and reality started breaking apart. THEN NOTHING WILL EXIST. And the countdown to the end of creation began.

Uncertainty plagued me – I yearned to trust that he'd rescue me, but the path ahead seemed bleak. The hours crawled by, marked by the growl of hunger in my stomach. The discomfort intensified, and my body weakened not only by fear but also by the hunger that gnawed at me. Why had Macho taken me again? Was my fate to be sold or something even darker? The pangs of hunger were relentless, a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. But above all, my child's existence within me ignited a fire. The thought of losing the life growing within me terrified me more than my own peril. Desperately, I tried to touch my abdomen, only to be reminded that my hands were bound, literally and metaphorically.

Killian Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour. She didn't come back, Raven left me hanging with chains on both wrists and a hard dick. The pressure from an unattended erection hurt like hell. And I'm fucking hungry. Not for sex but real food.

“Feels nice.” “It won’t last,” he whispered. “But for now… yes.” They all ate as though they hadn’t seen real food in weeks. Fenrak devoured two plates like a starving wolf. Violet kept refilling Rhea’s cup, and Marek kept sneaking pieces of bread to the pups wandering the halls. For a brief moment, Rhea thought: We could live like this. After all of it is over… maybe we could have nights like these. But the warmth came with a shadow. They all felt it. A sense of something looming.

"But desperate. They wouldn't be pressing borders this aggressively if they were in control. Confidence drives them forward, yes, but it's hunger that drags them by the throat." He paused, letting his words settle like an unwelcome chill. "My scouts report shortages in their feeding lines. Their numbers grow in the shadows, swelling beyond what their current resources can sustain. And hunger... hunger makes even the sharpest predator reckless." His gaze swept across the table, catching each king and luna in turn. "They've already begun spilling into the human realm, ignoring our treaty with their governments."

I opted to forgo the stale food, giving my portion to Liah instead since I didn't like it one bit and the fact that I couldn't eat even if I wanted to since my output was very little. My stomach growled in protest as the sight of the unappetizing food passing me by was almost too much to bear. The thought of succumbing to hunger and losing my dignity was revolting. Liah's words echoed in my mind: soon, I'd be so ravenous that I'd disregard the taste and quality of food, just to fill my stomach. The prospect terrified me, and I knew I had to escape this nightmare before it was too late. The thought of becoming a mindless, fearful minion, blindly following the alpha, was abhorrent.