Meera

I don't know what I feel most days.
Sometimes... it's nothing.
Other times
it's everything at once.
Lust.
Rage.
Ache.
Hunger.

It hums in my veins like static...
begging to be touched, fed, understood.
But no one ever taught me how to name it.

When my mother brought me to this dead-end village after the divorce,
she thought I'd heal.

I didn't.

I just... transformed.

Then came him
reckless. raw. dangerous.
Laughing like the world owed him pain.

And the other
quiet. watching. consuming.
Like I was the last beautiful thing he'd ever see.

They wanted to save me.
I wanted to save them.

But we didn't choose love.
We chose something darker.
And I let them.

Now their hands are stained for me.
With me.

People are missing.
Blood has been spilled.
And I can't tell if I'm horrified...
or craving more.

I never meant to become a monster.
But maybe...

I always was.

This story contains dark themes, obsession, and morally grey characters.