Prologue.

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     I shouldn't have done this. The words race through Its mind. A mantra as It wipes the blood from Its hungry lips. Feeding always feels refreshing, but not now.

It stares at the dead body of the young woman. She's no older than nineteen. Her insides fed on by a rabid beast. It. The creature feeds only on humans. That's the only way to be sure It doesn't lose control. It winces when chewing on the flesh, spitting out a small bellybutton piercing, the metal lands beside her hand. Okay, now It isn't as upset about feeding on the girl. It hates people with piercings, they tend to taste a bit rusty.

Eventually It leaves, not bothering to clean up the mess. No one ever looks Its way, anyway. It goes home and washes, scrubbing the blood off of Its skin, red coating the shower floor.

A lock clicks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Are you home?" Its roommate calls from the kitchen. Its murderous instincts haven't left yet. "One second!" It calls back, "I-I'm in the shower!" To Its relief, roommate goes to their bed to sleep, leaving It to collect Itself.

It can't help but laugh out loud. Pathetic. I can't even be around my roommate without wanting to eat their liver. It likes roommate, It would be upset if It had to feast on roommate. But It would still feed, Its life is worth more than theirs. Than anybody's.

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