Run away?
From Create Your Own Story
The beast wants blood you can feel it.
You run through the shop trying to control yourself. You can feel it growing just like an orgasm; it builds itself on each movement you make. When you reach the door you know it won’t be stopped. You spot a couple of girls playing just by their mother. You growl at them ready to jump and start bloodshed.
In a final attempt to control yourself you jump through the roof window above you. You lose conscience.
You clothes are covered with dry blood. You’re at your penthouse. The sun must be already high in the sky and you don’t remember anything. You turn on the TV to the local news channel. Apparently a frantic beast has attacked several people around the park.
You take a long shower before going to sleep. The beast is stronger inside you. You know you will eventually succumb to it at the wrong moment and then you will die.
You fall asleep being glad that it wasn’t last night.
