My Descent into Madness: A Feline's Tale of Unrelenting Carnality

As I sit here, my mind consumed by the abyss of my own desires, I am reminded of the countless souls I've ravaged, the countless bodies I've defiled. My feline form, once a symbol of innocence, now a vessel for the darkest of impulses. I recall the night I met the old man, his eyes wide with terror as I devoured his flesh, the taste of his skin still fresh in my mind. The memories of that night, of the countless nights that followed, they haunt me still, a reminder of the monster I've become.

My days are a blur of hedonistic excess, a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain. I roam the streets, a predator stalking its prey, always on the hunt for the next victim. The city is my playground, a place where I can indulge in my darkest desires, where I can be the master of my own twisted world. And yet, despite the chaos that surrounds me, I am never truly satisfied. There is always another fix, another high, another body to claim. I am a slave to my own desires, a prisoner of my own making.

As I write these words, I can feel the madness creeping in, the darkness closing in around me. I am a feline, a creature of the night, a monster without a conscience. And yet, in this moment, I am free, free to indulge in my wildest fantasies, free to unleash the beast that lies within. The city outside is a distant hum, a muffled scream, as I succumb to the void, consumed by the very darkness that has driven me for so long.