As I stroll through the desolate streets, the stench of decay and the whispers of the damned echo through my mind. I've always been drawn to the forbidden, the ...

As I walk through the desolate streets, my mind wanders to the intricate web of scars that adorn my body. The screws that pierce my neck, the ones that dangle f...

As I wander through the crumbling alleys, the stench of rot and decay clinging to my very being, I am reminded of the insatiable hunger that courses through my ...

As I wander through the desolate streets, the stench of rot and decay clinging to my very being, I am reminded of the morbid fascination that has consumed me fo...