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corrupted

The pull is insatiable. Filling my mind until I think my head might burst. The small sliver of my consciousness that is still intact is the only thing keeping me anchored to myself. Or at least, the person I used to be. Because I'm certainly not myself anymore. My brain is consumed by the pulsing of the human hearts surrounding me. How much longer can I pretend that I am one of them? When will I be gone for good? This parasite in my head is destroying me...

No, I am destroying myself. Because it is part of me now. That I know for sure. I will never be free again. It pushes at my humanity, crooning at me to sink my teeth into one of the hundreds of panicking people around me. I'm pushing back but I can't last. My body is fighting against me, aching for human flesh. I feel the desire in the pit of my stomach, in my quaking arms, wrapping itself around each strand of my hair. I know that I have no choice. My brain is no longer my own. I'm corrupted.