Post by account_disabled on Dec 23, 2023 22:30:30 GMT -5
The nightmare had woken him up in the middle of the night. Sweating, with a racing heart, he was now panting in bed, his eyes wide with horror. He didn't actually remember what he had dreamed, but the sense of fear he had felt was still alive. He tried to raise himself on his elbows, but he felt blocked, his nerves unresponsive, his muscles no longer strong. He was tired. He wasn't actually sure if it had been a nightmare. He didn't remember much. At his side his wife was still sleeping soundly.
Her breathing was very slow and her skin looked pale, unnaturally pale. He let her rest, happy that she hadn't woken up from his movements. With difficulty, he managed to sit up. He remembered not having had dinner that evening, but now he was strangely full. It was a different sensation, however, from the one I had already felt countless Special Data times after eating. It was not only physical, but also psychological satiety. A satisfaction, not for the simple and natural fact of having been nourished, but for having taken possession of another life. Yes, this was exactly what he felt. Deep in his heart he knew that he had possessed another life. Of having consumed his flesh and taken on his energies.
And then that strange, yet not unknown, taste that he had in his mouth... But then why did he feel that sense of terror that seemed to tear at his soul? Where had he ever had dinner? A relationship with another woman, perhaps? No, impossible, she ruled it out a priori. He didn't remember leaving the house. He had remained with his wife all evening. He decided to wake her up, lightly caressing her cheek as she always did, but the woman remained still. He brushed aside a lock of her hair and froze. Those red dots on his neck, those pink spots on the sheet and that unusual metallic taste in his mouth made him scream in the silence of the darkness.
Her breathing was very slow and her skin looked pale, unnaturally pale. He let her rest, happy that she hadn't woken up from his movements. With difficulty, he managed to sit up. He remembered not having had dinner that evening, but now he was strangely full. It was a different sensation, however, from the one I had already felt countless Special Data times after eating. It was not only physical, but also psychological satiety. A satisfaction, not for the simple and natural fact of having been nourished, but for having taken possession of another life. Yes, this was exactly what he felt. Deep in his heart he knew that he had possessed another life. Of having consumed his flesh and taken on his energies.
And then that strange, yet not unknown, taste that he had in his mouth... But then why did he feel that sense of terror that seemed to tear at his soul? Where had he ever had dinner? A relationship with another woman, perhaps? No, impossible, she ruled it out a priori. He didn't remember leaving the house. He had remained with his wife all evening. He decided to wake her up, lightly caressing her cheek as she always did, but the woman remained still. He brushed aside a lock of her hair and froze. Those red dots on his neck, those pink spots on the sheet and that unusual metallic taste in his mouth made him scream in the silence of the darkness.