With my nails, I clawed and scratched the wood of the door as my head ached in unbearable pain. I couldn't stop myself from continuing to dig my nails deeper and rougher into the wood, feeling a strange urge to feel more pain as I could already feel. My nails began to bleed, whilst small splinters brought more pain.
But the urge vanished.
I froze my position once the pain had came, soaring throughout the entirety of my body. A scream left my lips, echoing loudly in the small room. Unknowingly, more pain multiplied, sending more screams to be received by the silence.
Suddenly, it stopped.
As my body trembled and tears rolled down my cheeks, my recent memories raced through my mind, from when I was kidnapped and brought to this place.
I was busily watering my garden when the unknown man appeared, giving my an eerie smile everytime my eyes rested upon his. Little did I know when I went back to watering my flowers, he was behind me.
That was when everything went dark.
The last memory showed me being dragged roughly into the room with a rope around my neck as a lead, chocking me until I slipped into unconsciousness.
Surprisingly, I survived.
More tears fell down my cheeks, dropping onto the old wooden floor, creating small puddles. My heart missed a bit as my face paled, knowing I was kidnapped.
Before I could move, the urge came back.
Instead of pain I began to crave, it was food.
My stomach began to rumble loudly, filling the eerie silence. It rumbled louder and louder, until I clutched my stomach in hope it would stop. But it didn't.
Strangely, my teeth clenched, wishing to only bite into something like...blood.
I suddenly felt the urge for blood, myown blood.
With my mind lost in the bloodthirsty urge, I lifted my arm for my eyes to see the bruises and grazes on my skin with a little bit of blood pouring out of one scratch. I began to drool, wanting and needing to taste my blood.
And so I did.
My tongue reached my torn skin covered in blood, devouring every minute as I licked every bleeding scar. For a while, I tasted every scar until no more were seen. Each taste and lick made me crave more, so much that my teeth sank into my arm, drooling out blood.
Never had I tasted something so…delicious.
Teeth biting hungrily into my meal, I moaned from the pleasurable taste, making me sink my teeth deeper into my flesh for more. Unable to pull away, I started to bite other scars, ripping and swallowing chunks in one swallow. I couldn't feel the pain because I felt numb but an unknown warmth coated me, vanishing the icy air of the dark room.
As each bite was swallowed, followed by the next, my arm's bone was within my sight. Blood soaked my clothes as I took one large bite into my knee, nearly breaking my teeth during the process.
Once a hour had passed of eating myself piece by piece, I finally reached my stomach to my head.
I panted wildly. My teeth ached for more, only growing stronger. Without any hesitation, my hands dug into my stomach and ripped out any part within my reach.
For an hour, my hands clawed their way through my stomach until darkness overtook me, then went away.
With heavy eyes, I struggled to stay conscious as well as ripping myself into shreds and bringing them to my drooling mouth with my blood coated arms, which were at the moment showing a full glimpse of my bones.
When I brought a small squishy piece covered in my blood to my bloody lips, I dropped it due to exhaustion. It dropped onto the entirety of my face but I could see some of my surroundings, mainly the door on the right side I lay.
My eyes dropped, bringing me only darkness, then being forcefully opened because my urge to continue tasting blood screamed at me to continue. Unfortunately for my urge and me, I couldn't move a muscle, nor speak, only see and hear.
Finally giving up, I rested there, nearly lifeless.
Oddly, the urge disappeared without a trace, leaving me in the worse pain imaginable. But I didn't scream, only embraced it as I awaited for death to come to me with open arms.
Slowly drifting away into darkness, I closed my eyes and rested there in peace.
But little did I know my kidnapper was in the room behind me with the same eerie grin as he held a plate with my ear covered in blood.
Abruptly, my eyes snapped opened and I began to drool, craving for it's taste
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I struggled to think of a short horror story, so I literally wrote this because it was fun to write and I could of wrote this over two thousands words! But I controlled my 'urge' to continue writing and stopped at the ear part.
I do hope the cliffhanger ending was as good as how I wrote this!
Also, I drew it!
I was bored and tired but couldn't sleep, so I scribbled the scene. But then I coloured it and I actually find it looking bloody cool!
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Hope you like it!
By the way, I posted this during 3am, or known as the witch hour.
