The guilt was slowly eating away at him.

He hates this addiction, but, he can’t stop.

Bob stood over a body, tears leaking down and soaking into his mask. He clutches his scalpel and begins the incision.

He plunges his other hand into the skin, pulling out an organ and taking a bite of the addictive meat. Blood leaks from his mouth, mimicking his tears, but he finally felt satisfied. He then slowly sews the cut shut. “F-forgive me… I-I’m tr-truly sorry…”