TW: GORE AND GRAPHIC SCENES ALL THROUGHOUT THE CHAPTER!!
(if you're sensitive to such things skip this chapter and I will summarize what happened in this chapter in the next one for you!!!)
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"I'M SCARED THIS IS ALL I WILL EVER BE"
You stood up from your spot on the wet floor and stumbled to your feet as the metallic smell seemed almost sweet and appetizing to you. The scent hypnotizing you, causing your eyes to lose it's color as your curse activated.
the scent of blood was overwhelmingly enticing to you, it was like an iron-rich tang that cuts through the air like a sharp blade. It every so slowly evoked a primal response, stirring a deep, visceral hunger within you.
The scent, thick, almost metallic, with a slightly sweet undertone, reminiscent of raw meat or copper pennies. Filled your senses, making your mouth water and your stomach clench with an urgent, ravenous need, driving your hunger to an almost maddening intensity.
You wandered through the dark alleyway, looking for the source of that smell that drove you insane. The oppressive darkness swallows the narrow path ahead. Shadows twist and stretch.
The air is thick with dampness, carrying the faint smell of rotting garbage and alcohol. Every step you took echoes eerily off the brick and exposed wooden beams and posts of the houses that seemed like they were slowly closing. Each sound amplified by the silence. A flickering lantern from behind you casts intermittent light, revealing glimpses of shattered glass, and darkened doorways.
The scent of blood, lingering in the air intensifies, infiltrating your senses like a persistent whisper in the mind. As time passes of you aimlessly wandering the alleyway, lost and looking for the origin of the smell, the scent grows stronger, more intrusive, until it dominates every single one of your thought. It becomes an obsession, haunting your mind with its raw, potent essence, pushing you towards a feverish madness where reality blurs and instincts take over.
