Hunger

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Well...the updating once a week thing is obviously not happening (SORRY) but I can't force myself to write when I don't feel like it. And sometimes I just feel like writing something that doesn't fit the story at all (see my short story for reference lol). Anyway, I finally made some progress with this book, so enjoy (๑→‿←๑)

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Jake's POV

A big hand. That's the first flash of memory that came to me. A big hand squeezing my throat. Laughter. A naked old man, looking at me, fist cocked. A needle.

I woke up in a strange bed, screaming, though I wasn't sure why. And then the nightmare started coming back to me. Memories probably, though they didn't seem very recent. A knock on the door had me sitting up on the bed which, weirdly enough, produced a rattling sound. I looked down into a huge shackle chaining my foot to the bedframe. Fuck. And to top it off, my head was killing me. Had he pistol whipped me or something to get me unconscious?

"How are you holding up? You just blanked out on me and fainted" Did I? Now that he mentions it I don't remember him hitting me. Then again, I don't remember much of anything.

"I-" Wait. Did I really want to share anything with this crazy person? However, I was trapped here, and had no one else to talk to. Maybe if I opened up a little he would let his guard down and I would get an oportunity to run. Plus, he somehow seemed genuinely concerned. "I think I just remembered something. Glimpses. I'm not very sure what they mean exactly but they weren't pleasant. Or recent."

"So nothing to explain how you ended up like that?"

"No"

"Mmmm. Well, this would be a lot easier if you remembered your death but we'll have to make do like this" He must've seen my incredulous face because he frowned and inched closer."I know you don't believe me, but you know that piercing headache that's been creeping in on you?"-how did he-" It's gonna get much, much worse. It's gonna get so bad you'll be crying on the floor in a matter or hours "He looked me up and down then, and shrugged. "You know what? This might actually make it easier. I'll just wait 'till you can no longer stand it and then you'll be the one begging for a juicy piece of human flesh" He smirked and just like that he left the room, locking the door after him.

I didn't know what kind of delusional world this guy was living in, but maybe, just maybe, after a couple of hours pass by and he sees nothing happening, he'd let me leave. Hope is the last thing to lose, right?


Angelo's POV

The screams began no longer than a couple of hours after I left the room. It had been a good three hours since then. I thought it best to leave him to stew in it for a bit before going back in. I really didn't have another brain so a -what was this? A spleen?- anyway, eating something would ease the hunger for a bit until I could get him what he really needed.

He was raging when I opened the door; screeching and wildly yanking his chain to get a bite at me. Fuck, if he kept that up he was going to lose the foot.


Jake's POV

I was getting tired of fainting already. Had the pain been so bad I had passed out? And why did it smell so weird in here? I slowly got up from my sprawled position on the floor, only to see a chewed up chunk of meat on the floor. I inmediately backed up against the wall. There was blood everywhere. My hands were stained with the stuff, and I still had some meat residue under the tip of my fingernails. A soft laugh distracted me from my hands. Angelo was sitting on the opposite side of the room, sporting a huge bite shaped wound on his forearm.

"You would think I would know better by now. I was careless" Another soft chuckle left him. Humourless "You really got a bite in ya"


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OK!! I did it! I posted a chapter!! (I feel so proud of myself). Anyway, as always, comment at will and don't be afraid to be as honest as you want. I could do with some constructive criticism (◍•ᴗ•◍)

On other news, I wrote a short story. A very weird short story. I honestly don't know where the idea came from but I just had to write it down. Please check it out if you have the time

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