“Where am I?”, my voice echoes in the darkness, a thick veil obscuring my vision. I reach out and pierce my fingers through the veil and it begins to bleed. I withdraw in horror the veil ripping itself apart giving way to a gushing torrent of crimson ichor. Panic grips me as the fluid turns sinister, morphing its colour and warping into an all-consuming bile. It envelopes my body tching on to me like a carnivorous tar. I scramble franticly to remove it from my body but it persists despite my effort. With great determination I tear it off of my arms my skin going with it. I look at my raw flesh, blood beginning to seep from the tissue. There is no pain, only an insatiable hunger. My jaw unhinges on its own, my canines extend and I begin to feast on my own succulent meat. I cannot describe the taste; all I know is that I need more of it. I tear into myself knowingly; licking, swallowing and savouring every bite. Blood begins to obscure my vision and I become a single minded beast. I continue to devour myself until there is nothing left, my mind full of gore, my body cold and my heart hungry.