The suffering was endless and Stanley couldn’t keep himself from giving in to that unquenchable thirst. He was so excited, anxious, mad whatever you call that emotion. He couldn’t keep his cool, no matter how much he tried to suppress the urge it’s just pointless. He can’t even feel his own body obeying him. It felt so numb and stiff as if he’s a walking corpse.
The whiff of blood and the smell of decay basked his sense of smell making him unable to breathe. It was suffocating and disgusting that he could feel himself being destroyed inside. It burns beneath and he was losing his mind.
 If it wasn’t for the shared sense, he wouldn’t feel this way but thinking that Byul was in a state like this, the feeling of uneasiness washed over his pain. All he could ever think of was,
Find him..
Save him…
Eat him…
At that moment, he stand up trembling. The urge to bite lingers on his sense but not to the point it took all his reasoning away. His eyes were filled with the desire to bite. His eyes were hazy and the path was wobbly but he still stood up and walked trembling as he gnashed his teeth painfully. The blood, his own blood was the only thing that keep his sense at bay. If he don’t hurt himself, it would probably be too late before he could even save him.
Just this once, I…
Stanley paused, his body seemed to froze. The very person was shaken to the core. There wasn’t anything particular that made him stop but it’s just.. Just the scent was a bit strange. No, rather it was something familiar to him.
It’s just that he…
“Fuck!” Stanley cursed out loud. He immediately followed the scent and at that moment as if someone pulled the trigger in his heart. He ran as fast as he could while he snuff on the air. The veins on his forehead bulged and his eyes were opened so wide that his eyeballs would fall at any moment.
Just as his heart were raging with anger, he felt it. He felt it inside. The foreign feeling crept inside him. Pacing and pacing, as if his very being was being drilled with passion deep inside. His own pride wobbled just as his body fell on the ground. It was something that he knew too well that he could feel his rage crawling up on his face.
Stanley covered his mouth.
He was trembling like a wet chick.
He had no ideas about these things, but this feeling, this kind of feeling even a stupid person knows it. He wanted to run, hide escape but his legs won’t allow him to stand. It already gave up long ago and all he could do was twitch on the ground like a goddamn helpless maggot trying to squirmed away.
It’s hot. Stanley felt hot. The feeling of helplessness washed over him. What is this? His heart is beating so fast and he felt so weak that he couldn’t even lift one of his fingers.
It’s hot and sticky.
It was so disgusting that he don’t know what to even feel anymore. He don’t want it. He fucking hate it so much. The feeling of being subdued and dominated as you helplessly submit to the pleasure of being rocked out of your mind. It was disgusting and yet…
Just for a little bit. He felt a feeling he couldn’t comprehend.
It felt a bit good that he may have wanted more. No, no more. Stop. What is this? Why on Earth is this happening to him. His senses was too busy feeling it that he couldn’t focused on the main problem. Think, think, I have to save him.
But I can’t…
Not when I’m..
It felt so good he couldn’t hold himself back. His eyes are rolling up and he could sense himself squirming on the cold floor. He rolled, rolled, even to the point that he want to unbuckle his belt but he stopped.
Just as he had unconsciously pulled his belt away. It stopped. The feeling was gone and everything felt like it dissipated.
No, the drilling stopped.
Stanley had just steadied his breath when another came again. God. Seriously, what is he even doing? He wanted to question himself but the answer was too obvious for him to rebuke. Just as the strange feeling welled up within him, he let out a disgusting moan.
At that moment, he finally snapped, snapped out of it. The feeling was gone and everything else was thrown away. Even his goddamn memory was cut off and the familiar beep awake his senses.
[Skill: Soul’s Pact has been used up!
Cool down: 23hr 59mins 48s]
The sudden shock left his heart numb and the feeling was washed away almost immediately. Maybe it was because of the shock or because of the repulsive response he just blurted out. All of it was instantly gone now.
“Shit.”
Stanley immediately sat up feeling a bit confused and embarrassed with himself. After gathering his wounded pride and fixing it back into pieces, he looked ahead and was completely speechless of his state. His clothes disheveled and he was covered with dirt and dust. There was even a smudge on his face and he could feel his hair sticking to his face. Such embarrassing appearance, he couldn’t help but face palm. Damn it.
When he finally fixed himself up. He looked up and saw where he is. The next room was a basement and judging by the sounds coming from the other side. The person he’s looking for, he’s in there.
Having realized that he rolled all the way to his destination. Stanley felt shitty inside. This was so unlike him. He could never admit he did such a shameful thing and what was that earlier? Did he just let out a disgusting sound? Just recalling the bits already made him disgusted with himself.
Stanley paused. If that’s what was going on then does it mean…
Just when those thoughts appeared in his head, Stanley couldn’t bring himself to wait any longer. He hurriedly stand up and destroyed the door to the other room.