#Chapter 95: Chains of Hunger

Arthur The dim light flickered, casting long, eerie shadows on the cold, stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay. Arthur writhed against the unforgiving chains that bound him. His skin felt like molten lava, every nerve ending tingling with an insatiable hunger. He was consumed by an unrelenting need, a primal desire coursing through his veins. He couldn't remember his name, couldn't recall the faces of loved ones, if there were any. All that existed in his consciousness was an overwhelming need for sustenance. His stomach gnawed at him, aching with a hunger so profound it felt like it was consuming him from the inside out. He needed to feed, to satiate the burning void within. In the corner of his blurred vision, he saw her. She was young, her eyes wide with terror, her breaths ragged and shallow. He could smell her fear, the intoxicating scent dancing on the edges of his senses. She was his prey, his only focus in this barren world of shadows. He stra