This isn’t happening.

I don’t want to do this.

There is a terrible feeling when you bite into human flesh for the first time. It has this salty taste, like undercooked pork. Disgusting. You imagine yourself in the other person’s shoes. Especially if they are still alive.

I wish it wasn’t her.

You wonder what it is like to be them right now. To be suffering. To know pain. My muscles are not my own. The Gray has me tight. My brain no longer listens to my commands. But it still reports back to me with every sin I commit. Every scream she can’t hold back as the Gray uses my body to hold her down and tear her apart strip by strip.

I am so sorry.

*Crunch*

Disgusting.

Why…why must it be like this?

I don’t want to die.

I try to force myself to end it even though I am not in control. But then there is a voice inside my head. One which sounds an awful lot like me.