My great craving for food grows stronger as the smell of the boiling hot fleshpot fills the atmosphere. It makes all my senses heighten. I get a rush of testosterone and adrenalin, all because I can not only smell it any more but I also can taste it in the air. Every time I breathe in and out it makes my mouth water more and more. I am getting very primitive drives of energy and desire. It makes me want to go out and kill, but no. I don't give into temptation. I force my way back to what people call "modern day sanity," but it is still there in the back of my mind. I keep the primeval urge, to go out and kill for my food, well suppressed. But one day, who knows, it might come back. It might not only be the primeval instinct to hunt, but also that of much more hideous things. It’s just waiting for the day that I can not suppress it anymore. It wants out. And the one time, even if it is just a split second, who knows what could happen. I could accidentally kill somebody. And who knows, it could be you...
