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...

As I sit here, surrounded by the stench of my own decay, I am reminded of the countless ways in which I have defied the conventions of this pitiful human existe...

As I stand on the edge of the forest, the wind howling around me like a chorus of restless spirits, I feel the familiar stirrings of my darker nature. It's a ni...